.. how old are you?” “Nineteen. “And him,” he asked, pointing toward Bill. “Nineteen also, how old did you think we were?” “Uh... I was...thinking... maybe sixteen.” “Sixteen... are you crazy?” Before he could answer though, she added, “You're not disappointed that I'm nineteen, are you?” “Relieved, would be more like it. I was beginning to worry about what was going on in my head.” “You like the way I'm dressed, then?” “Sure, who wouldn't.” “Well, I think it's obvious that Bill likes it.” “So. You ask me who that was who went down on me. I respond by saying it was your friend. You say good girl. And then you reward me by sucking on my clit and plunging two fingers in my soaking wet pussy. I cover my mouth so I don't make any noise and you still haven't told me I can come so I tense up and try to fight it. Just when I think I can't take it anymore you say the word and I moan your name. Before I'm done you flick the crop three times on my clit, which prolongs my orgasm. And has a bite. My paper was on the political system, and how it is so broken it cannot be repaired as it is today. My professor was livid with me and threatened to fail me because of what I wrote. I challenged him to prove me wrong. In front of a panel of three-professors, we were challenged with questions about the political system. Then we challenged each other with questions. He couldn’t prove me wrong. The panel decided I had proved my point, and my professor had to give me my rightful grade, which was. Okay, I could live with that, so I returned home to reassure my wives that I was in good condition before heading to the R&D establishment the next day for the inspection and a few minor glitches that I wanted them to address.The ship was repaired and brought up to the exacting standards those R&D guys demanded of all of their products. One of the minor changes they made was to increase the rocket load to eight: I had been so impressed with the performance of the rockets on my first try with.