" I was feeling my way carefully, here. "You two were so distant that the difference between you and the people on TV was enough to get anyone's atten...ion. Seeing people hug, kiss and touch each other all over their bodies was interesting. I liked watching people loving other people, I think because there was none of that at home."I guess I watched enough to learn some things. To put your fears to rest, no one touched me. No one molested me and no one did any of the things with me we did last. I reach up and touch your hands with mine then slowly trail my hands down the length of your arms to your shoulders, you start to drop your hands but I whisper in your ear to keep them up.I trail my hands down over your armpits and slowly down your sides to your hips. I drop to my haunches and playfully smack your bottom before tenderly placing my lips against it and kissing it. You seem to be torn between wanting to grind yourself into the wall and pushing back against my mouth.My hands move. " Well, perhaps you're right, Spock. But I've found that Star Fleet's war games aliens have one thing in common with all our real opponents: There's always an Achilles' heel." Heel, Captain? I believe..."Spock's musing were cut off by McCoy, who broke from Kirk's side and rushed to the communications station. "You may have been playing games, Jim," the doctor snarled, "but your communications officer looks like she's really hurt. What's the matter, Uhura?"The lithe black woman uncurled herself. I made a face at her playing with my lips, like I was smacking them and looking sort of goofy. I wasn't trying to humor her, nor to make her laugh. I was trying to keep from smashing the living juice out of her cunt with my cock and my fist. She sensed I was struggling with something and gradually clasped her hands behind the back of her head. There was nothing she left to my imagination. Almost nothing. 'Turn around. Stand with your back to me.' My living.