KIRK: Mr. Spock! (Pauses while Spock turns and does double take) Green blush, Mr. Spock? SPOCK: I am not a human, captain. My blood is green. KIRK: (...ecovering) Mr. Spock, I need answers. Why has the laundry computer started producing only female uniforms? SPOCK: Captain, I have thus far been unable to obtain an answer to your query. I am attempting to run a diagnostic and will report further when it is complete. KIRK: Very good, Mr. Spock. (Pause) Oh, and Spock. SPOCK: Yes,. .I can ride your lap while she kisses me then dips her head under us to lick my wetness off your balls, u begging me to go faster ..I stop and untie you but tell you to control yourself as watch me and her go back to the bed and kiss full tng locked and fucking eachother however we can .. She grabs my vibrater and you hear me wimper as she fucks me with it. My hands touch her ass and spank her everytime i wanna scream.. And u watch helplessly from the side.. But ur untied Gonna do anything or. "More than anything in this world. But why didn't you let him fuck you. Honey... I'm dying to see his thick cock banging in and out of your slick pussy." He ran his palm between her thighs, feeling her pussy mound through her clothes."Relax dear hubby..." She smiled mischievously. "The night is not over yet. He's just a kid... let him give sometime to recover."He looked into her gleaming eyes."Now just go and change." She pushed him towards their bedroom. "Dinner will be ready in fifteen. He plunged in. The relief was immediate, like molting a layer of itchy, decrepit skin. He scrubbed himself all over and sniffed his arm — it smelt like lavender. He relaxed and let himself soak thoroughly. After about ten minutes, he stepped out, slightly chill and looking for a towel. His wet foot stepped on the bathmat, which clicked, triggering a blast of hot, dry air. He held out his arms and felt the moisture evaporate from him. The drying stopped. He cautiously peeped out the door. The.