In my mind, I was letting her smother my face with the essence of her lust while she ground her swollen petals against my defenseless tongue and nose ...ear suffocation before riding my raging erection until I died of exhaustion—I wished, for seldom were the occasions where I managed more than three pumps.Of course, she noticed my mental absence and decided this was just about the ideal moment to flaunt her newest asset: a tongue piercing.I was just lazily slouching there on the couch, lost in my. What is a guy to do? I kept stroking her inner thigh, letting each stroke drift further up her leg. When I let one of the strokes glide up and brush across her knickers, she whimpered and opened even wider. I could feel that her knickers were actually baggy old bloomers, so with my next glide up her legs I accidentally slipped my fingers under the edge and brushed across her cunt. She reacted by letting go of me and tried to push her bloomers down with her left hand, while lifting her backside. Since I have been ostracized from the command crew, I have spent some time thinking and reviewing happenings about the ship. No matter the incident, that prick seems to always come out on top. As we have discussed in the past, I have ordered him killed, but something always happens and he winds up alive while his assailants do not. I had him with my weapon in my hand and his back turned, and he still shot me even as I was pulling the trigger at point-blank range.“I have reviewed the recordings. They also had a more pressing problem. Their systems and their hardware were old and outdated. It was 1995 and Y2K was looming over the horizon. The owners had given him the task of maintaining their existing systems and hardware instead of planning for an anticipated switchover to a Windows-based platform. Much of his efforts for the company were spent on finding used replacement equipment and program patches. He was spending more and more time there, after hours, just maintaining their.