’ ‘Capt. Don,’ reported Ensign Pam, ‘we have communications, but they don’t fit our time.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘There’s no Doogie ...owser / House M.D. Chatter. It seems we are in 1994, a period of time between the end of the Doogie Howser run and the start of the House show,’ answered Ensign Pam. ‘I am doing a scan for snail life right now Capt. Don,’ offered Lt. Solok, ‘and I think the best place to find our specimen will be at the Snailological Institute of Morganton, North Carolina.’ ‘Capt.. A few moments later as Dan was pulling up his pants, she came back into the bathroom carrying a dry shirt and matching tie. He took the shirt from her and put it on as she finished drying off and wrapped herself in a towel. As she helped him straighten his tie, a devilish look came across Heather’s face. Dan noticed this look and asked her, “why are you looking at me like that? What’s up?” She kissed him on the lips and said, “That was just a taste of what will be waiting for you tonight when. He knew exactly where my spot was and he made no mistake of missing it every single time. As he went harder I begged for him to please allow me to cum. He kept going harder and harder and told me to keep begging...finally he granted me permission but only when he felt me start to squirt uncontrollably. Once I was done he grabbed my waist and slid his rock hard cock inside me. He had no plans to be gentle with me that night. As he fucked me harder I couldnt help but start to moan and scream a. I stood, carefully adjusting my half-hard cock in my pants so it wouldn’t be obvious, and went to answer the door.I should have been surprised to see the object of my fantasizing standing there, but somehow I wasn’t—somehow, in that moment, I knew what he wanted, and that this might end up being more than an idle fantasy. A lot more.He was dressed more casually than, but still managed to exude an aura of upright, scrubbed church boy. He wore a short-sleeved button-down cream shirt, tucked into.