A quick change and I headed out the door for my daily run. I don’t really like running but it’s the easiest way to keep trim. I run three miles a ...ay in about forty minutes. It keeps my six-foot-four-inch frame to 220 pounds. With my size and my hair slicked back, as I usually wear it, I look like an extra for “The Sopranos.” The run, as it usually does, cleared my head of all the daily crap at work. I got back to my place and spotted Wendy standing at my door with a folder in her. Now with my help, her orgasm was swiftly approaching. Excited, I began pushing into her more firmly. "No!" she blurted, "Don't change it, just keep going like that..." I slowed down a bit, and concentrated on matching pace with her. I tried not to jostle her own fingers frantically circling her clit. Breathing deeply, I savored the smell of her arousal. My pulse quickened as I watched her lips eagerly swallow my fingers. Suddenly her legs stiffened, she cried out, and warm fluid gushed over my. 'Jesus fucking Christ', he blasphemed, as I lay completely naked and writhing in sexual energy, 'Come on get it in me', I moaned, even the little girls squeals were deaf to me as he lay across my body and we fucked, with him shooting almost immediately as his cock went up inside my pussy. I was disappointed, but at least it was a start.We started to have open air and dangerous sex and I started going out in short skirts without underwear and letting older men see me by letting my skirt ride. Cas was a damn fine pilot, if he did say so himself, and the ship’s AI should have made up for the rest. Unfortunately, The Adonia’s AI was a glitchy system by comparison to the slick professional landing computers of more sophisticated ships. Not of much help to him in their current predicament.Cas had taken a look at the code himself once in an effort to repair things and make his life a little easier, but all he’d found was a bunch of misdirected indexes and scrambled files. The Adonia’s.