Rand suppressed a grin as he moved his armload of belongings from the roomy J.O.Q. He'd had the dorm, meant to hold six or more, all to himself since ...he beginning of the voyage. Now he was moving on up to the smaller, but private, Third Officer's cabin, next to the bridge. Physically, a climb of only two levels. For his career, it was a real null space jump, one that could well have taken years in more peaceful times. There'd been no formal ceremony, he thought to himself, thankful for that. Soon even his balls were covered in her warm wet drools. The sounds of her enthusiastic blowjob and heavy breathing from her husband began to resonate in the hall. Paisley's masturbating suddenly paused. Paisley could hear the wet sucking and light moans just outside her door. The sound was just the motivation Paisley needed as she took her two middle fingers and drove them deep into her wet insides. Her palm slapped against her clit as her fingers pounded in and out. Paisley began breathing. Your Mighty Eagle Band!"I was on the 25-yard line with Kendra Jackson, a cheerleader, who read all my expressions. I had a certain disdain for her. We were representing the National Honor Society. I was king. She was my queen. (I didn't vote for her... Something about her rubbed me the wrong way)"Who are you staring at? Don't think I don't know about you and Jasmine. And Denise too?"I cursed, and sighed. High school, where drama gets pounced on."Kendra, who told you?" I said as calmly as. I'd never done that before and I heard, "What the hell are you doing?" come from her mouth. I playfully spanked her ass and said, "Silence," as I continued for a minute. Then she felt something on the edge of her asshole and something slowly inserted in. "What are you doing Drew?" she asked. I moved on the bed and came up and said, "Well, tonight I bought a new set of anal beads. Each time you come, you get another one pushed deeper into your ass. Each one gets progressively bigger and my goal.