Was she a virgin? He didn't know but at that moment it mattered only that she had the means of assuaging his painful need. But he did know that once h... got into that beckoning orifice he would unload the charge of gism that had been building since yesterday afternoon."Did you enjoy that, Sarah?" Hanh... I... I guess so... hanh... Mr. Thompson?" she panted, obviously still winded by her momentous orgasm. "Can I... hanh... go home now?" That wouldn't be fair, would it? I mean, I satisfied you but. I close my lips around his cock and then damn he’s cumming he doing short pushes and is groaning like someone has hit him in the stomach. I don’t taste anything but it’s down my throat he doesn’t stop. He’s cum but he’s still fucking my mouth what is with him. He slows down as he softens and pulls out of my mouth, then he does something that totally surprises me he bends down and gently kisses my lips through his bandana.As I lay on the table top he stands takes the bandana off my book and. I saw what you did with a handful of volunteers. How you took some weekend sailboat enthusiasts and in a few hours drilled them to handle the Constitution." They were hardly weekend enthusiasts," Hank objected. "Six of them were crewmen on that 19th Century frigate back in the USA days. The rest were crew on large sailing ships. It was all a matter of asking the right questions of the automated database. I needed only a dozen and managed to get 19, plus a sailing master." Yes, too bad Benton. Cassandra “Cassie” RileyI opened my eyes to the sun kissing my lips. It danced across my naked body, dappling me in light spots as it shone through the canopy of the graceful oak trees rising about me. I stood on soft loam. I breathed in the freshness.For a moment, I felt so content beneath the trees. Birds sang in above me, greeting me with the beauty of their song. A soft breeze blew, the boughs creaking above me, adding their own harmony to the music of the songbirds.I smiled.And then I.