I grabbed the bottle and poured it on her and rubbed her back as I tried not to poke her with my boner. After 5 minutes I had dropped the bottle and r...ach down to get it and in pass her pussy making Melissa moan and pushing back into my cock. After another two minutes I dropped the bottle again and rub her pussy as she reach around and grab my cock stroking it. By my newfound courage I turned her around and squeze her tits as she continue rubbing my cock.I then undress her bra and panties and. I sigh internally, here we go again.“I wanted to see if I need to report to the bridge first thing in the morning or should I just go for the scheduled tasks?” I ask him, ignoring his remark.“No, you don’t need to, you can go directly for your scheduled work, but I would like you to come to the bridge at least once per day to look at your station, doing verification of systems, and running the daily diagnostics. This will also allow me to keep an eye on your big... work,” he explains, quickly. Highschool angst and frustration ... the nickname 'Drink' settled upon him by the head cheerleader, the horrible uncoordination of bone growth and lagging muscle growth. Eighth grade was particularly horrid. The class picture had him standing in the back row while the rest of his classmates were on a riser. Everyone says girls out grow boys in the eighth grade ... but not 'Drink.'Senior year, he finally caught up with himself. He looked like every other young man until you got close. 'Drink'. “Now boys, be careful. There’s plenty of me to scrub.” I leaned back, spreading my legs, showing off my pussy, and in particularly, my hood piercing. By this time, Danny had picked up the camera. Both of the men began scooping up water with their hands, pouring it over my exposed body. One of them (at this point, things got foggy, as I was so buzzed and turned on), I can’t recall who did what. Let’s just suffice it to say that before long, both men were tugging my nipples and taking turns.