It contained our decoded genome, status, education and psychological evaluation. The ship read out my data store. “Welcome aboard, captain.”“Ple...se re-evaluate. I don’t have the skills or education to be the master and commander of a starship.”“But Captain, your current education alone makes you an attractive candidate. Your genome makes you compatible with an M. I. implant which is a rare thing indeed, and necessary for a starship captain to possess. Your psych profile rates you in the top two. You seem nearly out of control as you suck and I finger fuck your soaking wet pussy. Your juice is dripping down your legs and on to the seat. I've never seen you this turned on.The truck pulls even with us in the right lane and the driver looks over. He sees the view of your beautiful ass, spread wide, with three fingers plunging in and out of your wet pussy and my thumb now pressing in and out of your tight asshole. His mouth drops open. He can't believe what he is seeing. You can't see his. Jennifer, still afraid that her ordeal wasn’t over, waited until Sid had stepped over to her. She whispered to him, “Can we trust him?”“We shall see, won’t we,” answered Sid with a wink at her before glancing over at the man.As they walked, Derek replayed what he had seen in his mind. One man against three and the one had won with ease. He said, “It took you three blows to take out three opponents. I don’t feel so bad now, about losing to you when we sparred.”“Thank you. Of course, I knew. I need not have worried though, because she silently drew her nightgown up around her waist, and raising her leg, pulled me back into contact with her now bare flesh. Then I realized that my shorts also tugged off. My penis was now jutting up between her legs, and she closed them on it, making me feel much better than before.I didn’t know what to do, or if I should do anything, so I just lay there with my hard prick throbbing against Mom’s hairy crotch. Again she moved her body raising her leg.