As the men approached her, her eyes fixed involuntarily on the leader. Her breathing quickened as she took him in… the tanned skin, the hairy chest ...howing beneath his open denim shirt… the coarse stubble, the mustache, the rough look of him. Kayla generally considered herself well out of the league of construction-worker types; she dated architects. But she found herself nervous as the Leader stopped too close to her and hooked his thumbs in his belt, looking her up and down.“You are one sweet. Itdidn't seem to hurt quite as much this time and it wasn't quite as tightbut Ted was nearly beside himself with excitement now as he slappedintome gasping, his well lubricated member sliding in and out, in and out inlong full strokes while my hairless little manhood now retied intoanother of those shiny lace trimmed satin sheathes done up in pink thistime bounced and bobbled like a perfumed sashay as he held my nylonstockinged legs high in the air, my pink baby doll nightie up around mywaist. It covers a longer period of time and sometimes has less detail than previous parts. But isn't that what adult life is like? You have a job. You come home. You take care of the children. You have dinner. You sleep with one or more of your mates. Repeat.In the wake of the tumultuous events in Part VIII: Becoming the Storm, the crew deserves to have a little less stress in their lives. Of course, as they reach their mid- to late 20s, those nasty biological clocks start ticking and there is likely. "Ah ... Captain O'Connell! We have identified those that attacked the member of your Command. They were the last remaining members of a Massachusetts Regiment. They had been consolidated with those from various other units that had only small contingents remaining. Their Commander told us that they were very troublesome, and were always fighting with others in the unit," Colonel Williams informed me. "We will simply list them as casualties in the battle yesterday," he finished."Thank you for.