So I stopped her. Tried to make her understand, but she was in no mood to stop. She kept kissing me and trying to undress me. She even got hold of my ...ick, which was getting hard, and started stroking it.I somehow managed to get her to stop and got out of there after tucking her in her bed, and she fell asleep. I was pretty tired, so I dozed off as well as soon as I entered my room. The next morning around 8 am, there was a knock on my door. I opened the door.Ayesha was standing outside, still. "I'm the man who designed the rocket we fired at London, remember. Ican't imagine my welcome is going to be a warm one. While we're overthere, the British will be setting up a launch area in their Zone ofOccupation where they can test fire some of the V-2s they've capturedand write a proper manual on specifications and launch procedures,something we never had time to do. They're going to have to pull a lotof our boys from Garmisch if they want to be successful. They're theones with the hands-on. I had seen enough reruns of the Star Trek TV shows and its sequels that I just had to emulate Capt. Kirk. My one regret was that we did not have a transporter the way the Enterprise did. Oh, well, we would just have to depend on shuttle service.By the way, we found some semi-conductor experts who were able to reduce the universal translator to a tiny chip that could be implanted just behind and under the left ear. It was always on and ran off the body's naturally generated electricity. Jake was. I whisper back…”I need you, want you…now!” Fuuck! My body jerks in a massive explosion as I succumb to you, my hips meeting your thrusts; wanting you deep inside. I take one hand and reach down, run my finger from my cock up to your clit and roll around on it, putting pressure on your clit as another thrust goes inside you. I moan “Please…cum in me.” My cock pulses and warm cum enters. “Ohhh.” I am holding your hips tightly and thrust again as another shot enters. My hips are moving.