Sharron pulls me close to her and whispers in my ear, "enjoy," as I feel the head of his cock settle slide down my ass crack and gently push against m... hole.I push out as hard as I can trying to open up. His head pushes harder and harder against me. I feel a stab of pain and begin to panic. Maybe this is a bad idea. Suddenly his head pops through, and he holds. I can feel it flaring just inside of my sphincter. With the door open he slowly slides deeper and deeper into me. I've never felt so. We ordered drinks and as soon as the waitress left the table I said, "Tracy. How could you let your husband screw up our plans for tonight?" My husband didn't plan this dinner, I did. I should never have agreed to me you in the first place. I don't know what I was thinking," she said.I couldn't believe that all my planning was falling apart. I wasn't about to give up that easy. Her statement was a bit of a shock to my system and I suddenly had to pee."Tracy, I have to make a visit to the men's. “No, don’t bother,” Nyota said as she placed her hand on Elizabeth’s arm to keep her from calling the bartender. “I have a bottle of “clear blue” that I’ve been saving for the right occasion. It was a gift from the Captain on my fiftieth birthday, and I can’t think of a better time to drink it.”“Really?” Elizabeth said in surprise, remembering that was the code word they’d used back in the day to refer to illicit bottles of Romulan Ale. A drink that was as prized as much as it was. Built next to it was the temporary dock for barges and transport boats. There were two carts ready to take us around. Mark said to Marty, "I will get one of the new handicap carts down here so you can get around. I'll also look to see if I can get a boat you can use to go back and forth. I'd bet we can get a catamaran that is wheelchair accessible. You could just about be totally independent."I could tell that what Mark said he would do made Marty enthusiastic about being down here. While we.