." Enough."Though I did not shout it, every crew member on the bridge swung their heads towards me."My child, I don't think..." Exactly. You don't thi...k. But we'll get back to that. You will stop calling me 'my child'. I am not your child. I am the Acting Captain of this ship. You will address me as Captain, Ma'am or not at all."The bridge went silent.He looked shocked.Unfortunately for him, I was only getting started. "As for your thinking, maybe you are not at fault. Who chose you?" I. You haven’t seen anything for a half hour. I’ve already taken the liberty of having you take your clothes off so the silk caresses your skin, and a cold breeze from a vent tickles your skin.You lay on your stomach, wondering what I’m up to. Suddenly, you feel a tickle on your thigh. You go to swat it away, only to find my head in place between your legs. And my moist lips, working their way upwards, towards your very own wet lips. Your thick aroma already envelopes my every sense, imploring me. She had no recourse but to stroke her clitoris in hopes she got off before the older attractive woman and Mrs. Hannah. She never let Natasha in on the deal because she was afraid that her best friend would think she was suggest they should try the same thing and it would be all too embarrassing for words.Natasha never said anything to Candy, but she was certain there was something funny going on between Candy's mom's employer and Mrs. Hannah because, while they were waiting for the cabin to be. Even though I was tall and muscular from wrestling and football, I knew she was way out of my league. So when she started laughing at me, my whole face turned beat red in the dark classroom."What's so funny?" I whispered to her.She smiled at me and pointed down at my crotch."It looks like you've got a little problem down there, or more accurately a BIG problem." She whispered in reply."I can't help it, this thing has a mind of its own sometimes and it can be pretty uncomfortable to wear jeans.