”The Adonia managed to limp home to Brightreach’s port. A squat, ugly structure, it was made of rust as much anything else. Patched here and there...with weld where the old metalwork had worn through, it was a far cry from the port that Brightreach had boasted during the Insurgency’s heyday, but one thing hadn’t changed.Rows of cruisers, transporters and personal shuttles lay like silent beasts on the scaffolded landing pads, each bay a large old rigid pod built to store a single ship. But. ?She has a lot of hair, Isabelle?, said the reporter. Isabelle smiled, saying, ?I can change that?. Isabelle went to get the shaver and then shaved off Fifi?s pubic hair, till it was just one pink crack. ?There, now you got no problem?, smiled Isabelle. The reporter had a normal face, letting the candle was drip on the poor Blonde?s open pussy. Fifi made a high moaning-gagged noise but all she could feel was too much pain. Isabelle was touching her cunt, putting fingers underneath her short. That is, until I had to deal with my breasts. I justcouldn't get in a position where I didn't feel strange. My breasts wereuncomfortable while I was on my stomach, my bra pinched me while I wason side and back, it was awful! After about five minutes of rolling andturning and tossing, I figured it out. I had to get rid of this evilcontraption known as the bra.I stood up and took my blouse off. Ugh... age pocks, stretch marks, anddimples. It had to be done. I reached behind, and grabbed. I took an off ramp and found a dirt road. There was a place to get off that and park.I have never liked having sex in a car, I am to tall and I need more room.I opened the trunk and took out a quilt and spread it in some shade.Ann and I fucked our brains out in those woods.We were covered with sweat when we finished.I had driven into what must have been an old house site at some time.There was an artesian well spilling out into an old cast iron bath tub near by us.I picked my weak and trembling.