The men and women in the bay snapped to attention as the pipes went off and a team moved to the capsule.My eyes snapped open and I saw the whole front...of the capsule gone. I was in a room aboard a ship. I arched my back and flexed as I snapped to my feet and brought the suit rifle up. Men and women were falling back and down as I crouched and pointed at the two armed soldiers by the door.A man in a dress uniform and a lot of braid stepped forward, "freeze mister!"I glanced at him but kept my. She wore a formless blue sweatshirt, which obscured her smallish, but beautiful naturally pear-shaped breasts. She more than compensated for this by showing off her eye-popping ass by wearing the tightest jeans on campus, or so her girlfriends readily conceded, when pushed. Janet had two goals remaining for her senior year at UNCW, to learn how to drive a stick shift, and drink a guy under the table. The pert advertising major was just about to master one of them — as she adroitly darted around. I was downing an energy drink to help me stay awake. The energy drink made me have to piss like a race horse. I pulled over at this rest area, to use the restroom and grab a snack. When I pulled up there was a middle aged white couple walking their dog. The wife was a hot ass milf; she was built like a brick house. The hubby was on the cubby side going bald, and looked like a wimp. After I came out of the restroom I headed towards the snack machine, I could not figure out what I wanted to snack. “oh” said the woman, “a 3-hole whore.” The woman asked, her mouth covered with my wife’s juices. “I could tell by the way that you sucked my tongue that you give great head. Then the way that your asshole just opened right up…. You’re definitely a 3-hole whore, aren’t you? Answer me, bitch?”“Aren’t all good whore’s” replied my wife, with a confident smile, “3-hole whores?”“Don’t you fucking move” spit out the woman, as she hurriedly turned and left the room. “Do I make you proud?” my wife,.