Eventually, one of the ladies came up to the bar and I introduced myself. Her name was Chelsea. She was a short redhead (about 5 foot, 110 pounds). Sh... had a slightly northern English accent and was definitely a master of the flirt. I bought her and her friends a drink and went back to their table. We all chatting a bit and you could feel the sexual tension building. After a couple of rounds we all got up to the dance floor and partied away. Grinding up tightly to Chelsea I had a rock hard. "McCock commed Algy and ordered the Barge away to the Palace."I'm driving with Felix as co-pilot, boss. Alan and Colin are on compulsory rest time. They went way over the limits as did the shuttles for the recovery operation." Didn't I hear you and Felix in the shuttles yesterday?" Who? Us? You need to get your hearing checked, Sir. Got a Barge to space. Hardmann clear." Vector, Barge; joining sternwards with delta; be advised Harry Winsor requests no honours. Over." Barge, you are number one;. “Want me to do your clit,” he asked innocently? “P-p-please,” she stammered, as he forced open her lips, exposing her little erection to his mouth. Her body stiffened as he went to work in earnest on her sex organ. Within minutes her breathing had become difficult, and she begged him to suck it harder. Kris, who had since gotten dressed and moved to the front seat, urged him on with, “Suck her cunt, suck her off!!” Just hearing her friend using dirty language caused April’s cunt to contract in. I plunged myself in the cold creek, scraped off my whiskers, found some nearly clean britches and another of my long tailed shirts a lissome lady had sewed up for me, and was back at the captain's tent faster than you can cook a hoe cake, still damp. We did not waste any time with words but got right to the fleshy part, joined our bodies and wore each other out. Then she lay in my arms, soft and warm, and cried. She sobbed and shook, and I held her and petted her head and stroked her heaving.