“What?” Heather breathed. She knew by my tone something was wrong, but she never missed a beat rocking on my cock.. “We’re, Umm, famous””H...u uh How?” she grunted sexily still maintaining her pace. “I didn’t shut the camera off…””WHAT?!” she exclaimed and immediately buried her face in my chest, reducing her humping almost to a stop…almost. “Honest, I thought I did!” I responded. “If anyone was looking they’ve seen everything! The bed is in perfect view. I can see us.” “Is anyone watching?” she. Connecting his senses to the freighter's computer, he scanned the area of space around them but found nothing other than drifting rubbish. The sensors were rudimentary compared to the Sicceian warship they escaped from and the debris did not help."Da'ren, can you nudge us towards the edge of the debris field please? Make us appear to be drifting debris." Yes, sir." The ship moved in short bursts so as to present as little as possible to any ship that may be nearby. After about six of these. That made one too many hands but it was such a characteristic gesture that I wasn’t surprised to see Sandra standing next to us. She hugged us to herself. “I’m not sure that I even want to know why the two people I love most in the entire world are brawling like thugs in the church parking lot but if you two don’t kiss and try to make up right now, you will break my heart.” Saki’s tears hurt me worse than her punch or her anger but the very thought of breaking Sandra’s heart was absolutely. If you spend as much time between my legs as I hope you will, they will be stuck in the open position. I may have trouble walking, but I shall have a very happy smile on my face."I gave her the directions to my place."What are you cooking for me?" My repertoire is limited, but I thought Lasagne would be good, but no garlic bread." Sounds good, especially the bit about garlic bread. I intend that a lot of kissing will take place." That's what I thought." You see, David! We were made for each.