Thesharp Bang! echoed for a second or two. A small cloud offeathers seemed to hang silently in the air for amoment, as the wing-clipped bird hit the g...ound.The usual sparkling sensation in her stomach and betweenher legs, the raw tickling of triumph as she watched thetwitching bird. She knew the whole thing was sick andcruel, but she couldn’t resist it.The young huntress helped herself to a brutal, pulsatingorgasm by pressing her thick, pale thighs together, asthe little bird slowly died. His dark eyes and thick hair glow with the light of the fire. There is fire in those eyes too as he stares at me. His long thick hair trails down his broad chest like a mane as he sits there wrapping the tendrils of the fur rug around his fingers. His gaze drifts to the fire and he seems lost there for a moment but his hands wander nearer to my feet which are aching with having been out in the cold so long. They welcome the warm touch and although I am naked I am unafraid of his touch. The. “Oh, I see. Well, I call mine Mr. B.”“Mr. B? But you’re Mr. B!”“I know; but he’s more Mr. B. than I am. He does all the thinking for both of us.”“Well, tell Smarty Pants Mr. B. to come out and play. I’ve shown you mine, now you show me yours.”I hadn’t played ‘doctor’ since I was a kid, but she didn’t have to ask me twice. I quickly unzipped and tried to get Mr. B. to come out and play. He rigidly refused until I undid my belt and opened up the whole front of my pants.“Aaaaaah, nice,” she sighed. , “OMG!”When they got to twenty miles Frank picked up the mic, “Tina & Scott. I’m going to have the group pull a slow loop. Can you video it so we can see how it looks?”“Yes, we can,” Scott answered.“Attention check your seat harnesses. Prepare for Loop A-3.” Five seconds went by, “Attention loop to the left, 3, 2, 1, NOW!” The eleven ships handled by the Cadets did a slow roll to the left. Stopping at the “9” position on the clock, then the “12” position and last the “3” position then.