Next I unzipped my fly, fished out old Roscoe, and aimed his big, swollen cockhead directly toward her lips.With a big, shit-eating grin on my face, I...looked down at her. "Lady, the only thing I've been able to think about this entire shift is how great it felt when you were going down on me this morning. That's why, as you may have noticed, My Johnson is now suffering from extreme stiffness and swelling, a most uncomfortable condition."So since you're the cause of this problem," I said, half. I’ve been researching old-time herbal and tribal medicines. There are some indications that aboriginal remedies can be effective. I hope to find things that we can use if we run low on supplies.”“Sounds interesting I hope it works out.” I was trying to be polite.While we were talking, the overhead announced that the shuttle was docking. The procedure didn’t take long, and before Doc Holland could expand on his project, the cargo hatch started cycling.First out of the shuttle was Commander. The moonlight gave the bedroom a silvery glow. Each in her own thoughts of the kisses, they lay in silence for several minutes. Finally the silence was broken. It was Wendi. "Gail, what just happened?" "A couple kisses. That's all." "Gail?" "What?" "I liked it. Did you like it, Gail?" "Yeah, I guess." "You ever do it with another girl? Ever wonder what it would be like?" asked Wendi. "No and yes." "Me too." More silence until Gail got up and went and stood next to Wendi's bed. "What. “Are you David Barker?” the girl asked.“Yes,” I confirmed, “who are you?”“Charlie Hudson,” she replied, “Charlotte to my mother, I’m playing your sister.”“Ah,” I exclaimed, “the penny’s dropped. The hotel received a bulk order for rooms for the cast and paired two boys called Charlie and David.”“Not realising that Charlie, was, in fact Charlotte,” she continued.The pair of us laughed, while her mother just glared at me.“So what do we do about it?” I asked.“Do we need to do anything?” she.