Perhaps this feminine apparition was it. The woman bent over to pick some berries from a bush. Posed as she was, I realized her body was so picture-p...rfect a visual image of the word ‘playmate’ was stuck in my mind and in my eyes. Stepping out from behind the tree, I walked towards the woman. I had a hypnotic urge to touch her, but I kept my hands to myself. Speaking softly, I said, “Hi there, woman. How are you? Do you have a name? If not, I can give you one. It’s my job, if you care. There was no knob, and he saw no way to open it until he thought to contact Skryben."Open the door to Captain Jeryth's quarters," he commanded.Reluctantly, it seemed, the door swung open. He'd never been invited to Captain's Quarters, and had no idea what to expect. What comforts would a metallo organic body require? What recreations, what hobbies would the mind in such a body find to interest it?The reality was less exotic than he had imagined. There was only a single room, no larger than his. "Then put on your shoes and come down and eat breakfast. There isn't muchtime before we have to leave." Something was happening. I don't know what."I put on my shoes and came down to breakfast. Isabella was almostfinished and John was reading the paper."John something is happening!" I told him."What did you call me?" John." I'm Daddy. Little girls don't call their daddy's by their first name."She's pretending she is me," Sophy explained to John."I don't like it," John retorted.I didn't want to. “Enter by the narrow door, my son!” quipped Joe. He took Darren’s place between Eva’s buttocks and slowly lowered his dick into her tight brown hole. “Ah, nothing like diversity, is there?” he enthused. “I feel quite woke!”But Darren already had his dick in Alison’s rectum. “Ah now, young Joe,” he replied, as his cock slid in and out of Alison shining shimmering orifice, “there is something about birthday girls. Maybe it’s their added maturity, but there’s nothing like a nineteen-year-old.