Up and down she stroked as both our bodies quivered at the intense sensation. Soon she had a steady rhythm going and I smiled as her breasts bounced a...d jiggled only inches from my face. I used both my hands to massage and caress her bouncing boobs. They jiggled and quivered and felt weighty against my palms. Em’s head was bent backward and her eyes were closed as she rode me hard. Her mouth was open and a steady litany of “Oohs” followed each downward stroke. Between her sexy sounds and her. Mrs. Weed smiled at her.“This was my husband’s cup, Hart. He used it as a member of our fellowship for thirty years.” The older woman’s voice became wistful as she remembered her husband. “The etching is all in his own hand—symbols of spells and rituals that you may find useful in the future. I give this cup into your hands and consecrate it to your good works. With this cup, I give you a secret name that you will not share with others unless you are working deep magic with them. This name is. . Brenda slept with him at night, holding him, praying silently for the miracle that might yet save him. It was not to be.She had gone to visit his parents in Walnut Grove one morning and when she returned just before lunch time she saw that Pete was still in his bed, apparently sleeping. She put Petey down in his playpen, then began to make lunch for them. As the soup was simmering, she walked to Pete's bedside and took his hand to wake him. It was cold. Stone cold.When the autopsy was. Today, 333 city sized ships will leave the foundries on Mars, travel to the far ends of our solar system and begin a decade long push into the outer reaches of space. The selection process for those 333 Captains was long, arduous and more selective than the election of any 21st century president. Even so, you made it. And here you are, still recovering from the celebrations of the selection ceremony and standing aboard the ship that you will soon not only command but be leaving everything you.