"Would you like to use the monitor?" "Brilliant. Yes. No magnification. I want it to remind me of an ordinary windshield." "Yes, sir." Two seconds lat...r I could see the enormous doors opening as we slowly moved into the darkness. The monitor, easily the height of three average men, had all sorts of information that I didn't fully understand displayed on the screen over the image of where we were going. The intercom became very chatty, with people sharing information across the ship. I listened. Feeling the hot water flow over me was amazing. After cleansing myself, I lingered in the shower, thinking about tonight. Finally I could not help myself, I let my fingers wander south. While I teased my pussy, I let myself think that it was Damien. My thoughts wandered, and a moan slipped. It wasn’t too loud, but I tried not to do it again, sine Marie was still awake. I put one foot up on the edge of the tub and let my fingers do what came naturally. And I liked the result. My clit responded. Of course, Lisa his wife will be home. Lisa is my father's little princess. She doesn't do a damn thing. I guess with her body and her looks she really doesn't have to do much. I guess she's a trophy wife. I wouldn't mind having her on my arm. She's a fucking knockout.My stepmother is thirty years old and my father is sixty. He really gets a kick out of her. He treats her like his little prized Barbie doll. I think he really gets off by it. He buys her anything she wants and even plastic. The smell of burned flesh filled the clearing as the flare petered out."Protect me!" Sister Nancy hissed as she turned and ran back to the girls’ camp with Rodney’s arm in her iron grip. Allie and Mary leveled their spear and knife, respectively, at the other tribe as they backed away.George was shaking, holding Abe’s head in his hands as his tribemate took a last shuddering breath. Nobody spoke.Finally, George jumped up and grabbed Abe’s fallen spear. "She’s gunna fuckin’ pay!" He started.