I’d like you to focus on this. Penny can finish the work the two of you have been doing.”“By your command!” I replied in a faux metallic tone....��Battlestar Galactica, right?”“Yes. The boys and I watched the series recently because I read that Ron Moore has a project to do a new version.”“Did you watch the second season?”“Galactica: 1980? Only for the purpose of showing the boys how god-awful it was,” I replied. “It’s Godfather III and Star Trek V bad.”“Yes, but is it Battlefield Earth bad?” he. “Harder. I want it harder!” she commanded. Again he pushed, his waist slapping into the flesh of her ass. “Again...goddamnit!” Her right hand dropped from the shower glass to find his on her hip. Fingers intertwined, squeezing securely. He tightened his grip, firm around the base of her neck. He bent slightly, then drove repeatedly up into her. Shilah cried out in ecstasy lifting up onto her toes, cumming in blissful waves, almost with each thrust. A feeling of intense release washed over her. I was covered with sweat. My heart was racing and I was gasping like I was out of breath. I finally realized it was just a nightmare and tried to calm down but I swear I still felt the weight of those phantom boobs hanging from my chest. I was sure those rapists were going to grab me again the moment I closed my eyes. I had to stop downloading those Japanese hentai images. I decided right then and there I wasn’t going to the hair salon. I wasn’t going to let those girls turn me into a. We toasted to vacations. We laughed and toasted to psychics in Georgetown. Relaxed in only the way that good company and the remnants of a good meal can provide, we settled into a happy silence.Then Sharon set down her now-empty glass and looked at me. "So, do you want to take the pictures now?"I nodded."Where?" How about we start next to that wall?" I said, pointing to the blank one on the far side of the living room. "Then we can do some on the couch." C'mon," Sharon said to Tina, tilting her.