“Sit down.”We sat down as he went to fetch some water from the kitchen. We chatted a little about our school, college and family and cherished a l...t a wonderful forgotten moments.As the topic lulled, I watched him looking deep into my chest and staring. I made a noise just to caution him, and he told, “Do you want me to look away?” (Wtf..!!! I’m having the best moments in my life and why would I ask him to look away?) I didn’t reply him, rather left a smooth smile.He came further towards me,. Will we be required to go through Ship’s academy? I mean, it seems like you expect us to, but a commercial flight or two is all the flying I’ve ever done, and I wasn’t even comfortable with that. Charlotte has flown many times, but I don’t think she likes it much more than I do. And ... I heard you guys talking about scouts and interceptors. I’m basically an old woman. No way could I ever fly one of those things, and while I’m on the subject, even the scouts scare me, and seeing those. I guess our sex made her a little freakier. I was a few years older. She was in college. I was working. I know this for a fact because she wrote a couple of pages in her notebook about what she did. I never would have believed that she would do this. To read sexual things about her was disgusting and a bit odd. I was having thoughts of her fucking another guy. She starts out saying, oh such a good time out drinking with friends. I like ro be a little tipsy at the bar. Of course he was checking. Not here. I probably should, but I’m in no state to care. I’m starting to writhe at the pleasure I’m feeling, my head jerking this way and that and my mouth wide open as I pant like a dog on a summer’s day. And then I find words: “Yes, God yes...fuck me Rupert. Don’t stop fucking me!” I see his mouth curl into a little smirk and he heeds my plea. “Harder! Deeper! Come on!” I’m not usually a talker, but I’m delirious now. The part of me that fears this being taken away is putting words in my.