Replicators were used wherever possible and the Trusans soon had a fleet of spaceships very similar to the human's ships.While this was going on, 'Mic...ael' was repaired. All five of the Earth ships were equipped with fully programmed food replicators—they were even producing the first meat that the humans had eaten in several years, because there had never been any cattle, etc. on the moon.There was a replicator in the torpedo room which could replicate the new style torpedoes and the cruise. There was no doubt in my mind the sight of Bec peeing on me was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I watched in awe as it splashed onto my semen soaked cock and trickled onto my tummy, down my sides and between my legs. "Oh wow," Bec said, "I can't believe we actually did that, I really enjoyed it." "What was it you enjoyed," I said with a laugh, "relieving yourself?" "You're a prick Tony, you know what I meant." The fact is, I was drenched with a mixture of Bec's urine and my semen and I. . f... fuck my mouth." Sara listened to own soft voice saying things she never would have dreamed of just twenty-four hours ago. Despite her embarrassment, her nipples were hard and tingling at the thought of Mark's hard cock fucking her mouth again."Hmmm... well... I suppose I could agree to that." As he spoke Mark let his robe fall open. His cock hung just inches from Sara's eager mouth; Sara was stunned by the depth of her need to please him.Looking up into his handsome face, Sara slowly. She said that she preferred beer but would bring some back to help me celebrate. By the time she returned I had bowled over two glasses and was feeling very relaxed as I had not drunk alcohol for several months. Wrangler was now wearing a pair of black boxer shorts and a tight blue singlet that hugged her well endowed chest. Androgyny personified was my mental description of her as she carried a couple of beers in and flopped onto a lounge chair opposite me and spread her muscular legs. I.