“This is Admiral Goon, but I’m sure you already know that. I understand that Lieutenant Commander Oxford Dripper is in charge of your stolen ship ...nd guiding you on your unauthorized mission. Dripper, I’ve never had the pleasure of making your acquaintance—at least not that I remember and not that my official logs have been able to establish. I have heard much about you and your crew in the last twelve hours, however. Whatever becomes of this situation you and your crew have put into motion,. Wanting to feel that touch, wondering what it would feel like, thinking how a hardened cock will fill your hand as you slowly stroke it. Milking it producing the precum, rubbing the tip across your tongue getting the reaction of the cock pulsing in your hand, the tip bumping into your open mouth which you quickly close around the tip. Tasting for the first time......The feel of it against your lips, the firmness as it slowly disappears into your mouth, your tongue felling the texture and. My hands kept rubbing up and down closer and closer to your now wet pussy. As my fingers slide up and found their way across your pussy’s lips I continued rubbing it in circles. The feel of my fingers was now driving you mad and you wanted to feel my finger inside of you. I began kissing your calves and then inching my way up your thighs slowly as my finger continues to dance across your hot pussy. My lips were inches from you now as I grabbed both sides and slid your soaking panties off. . And at the my door...I asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner...I really did make a mean Mauritian Creolian Chicken Curry...a recipe my mam gave me before she passed...He was there...spot on time...6 bells...and as handsome as ever...his crisp white shirt...and I could see that he had a very hairy chest...as his two top buttons were undone...and his Chino trousers...and...he was barefoot...lol..yep..barefoot..What more could I have asked for...as I was more or less a hippie...and had on.