”She cocked her head to the side which prompted me into answering her unasked question.I turned so I could reach her better. I touched anything I co...ld reach. “There are your feet ... legs ... hips ... butt ... waist ... abs.” I took one of her hands in mine. “Your hands.” I ran the other up her arm. “Your shoulders ... your neck ... your jawline...” I looked up. “Your eyes.” I rubbed my thumb over her lips. “Your lips.” I smiled and gave the towel around her head a light swat. “You hair.” I. This is surreal. What have I gotten myself into?Just as Bill put the Escalade into reverse, he saw the look on Eileen's face. Leaning over, he kissed her hard for several seconds. "We're going to visit a friend who is as nice as anyone you have ever met. She just happens to be a starship. We'll tour the Ship, have a cup of coffee in her lounge and come back to the Retreat. If anything else happens other than that, it will be because both of us want it to happen. Okay? And yeah, I know what my. Any lingering intentions to try to struggle died, as he fucked me brutally there on that bed. "Yes, yes..." She pants, arcing her ass up a little higher, her face pressed against the bed. " Oh, god, yes... please..." She feels the soft slap of my balls against her pussy, hears my animalistic grunts as I pistoned in and out of her. Rough, hard, primal; I just take her. She is moaning " oooooooooohhhhhhh..ooooooooohhhhhhh..aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh..aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh..mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She is over. As much as I hate to admit it, I was popping a few pills during the days just to keep myself under control, and at night to get any sleep. A thought struck me. Another feature of the new PDFs was GPS tracking, again accessible over the internet. A quick check merely confirmed my worst fears, when it appeared that Brittany, or at least her PDF, was located at her ex-husband’s current address. Big time ‘not good.’ When I got home that evening, Brit had dinner ready, nothing complicated, but.