“Nnnnggggh!” I grunted as the hard bulb pried me open all around it, my resisting fuckhole stretched wider and wider as he forced himself into me,...hurting me open inch by resisting inch, my much-to-small portal tortured wider apart, agonizingly surrounding and finally engulfing it, snapping back down around behind it, the throbbing rock hard knot contained within me all slimy and bigger than a tennis ball. King yelped when my tight band of pink skin covered muscle scraped and swallowed him to. Often other friends who were less extroverted would sit back and watch us fuck and suck. We all found this a major turn on and I loved admiring my mate's girlfriend's body as I fucked my own girl furiously. One evening, in the middle of a session on my mate's king sized bed, his girl mounted him pile driver style, tapped me on the shoulder, and said; "Look at this man, his cock is right up me. Right fucking up my cunt!" I actually took notice of my mate's cock for the first time. It was around. It took slightly longer than twenty minutes to find out where each person wanted to be tele-ported to. Elise used her powers to simulate tele-porting them to their destinations, but at last the ship was empty apart from Ben and the AI."Alone at last," Ben laughed mentally."I assume that you wanted the crew off of the ship for a reason, Commander?" Elise asked."Indeed, I thought it was high time we tried to find out exactly what else you can do. It wouldn't do to have the crew around for that. In researching various textbooks related to the period covered, it became glaringly obvious that a large part of the conclusions reached by some well-respected historians was short on fact and heavy with opinion. My suspicion is that sometime in the early part of the twentieth century the "History" became heavily biased with political agendas and the attempt was made to distort eyewitness accounts with "Monday-morning quarterbacking" that served to bolster individual "feelings" about the.