Sandy did not have tits nearly as big as Allie's although they were still nice A/B-cup breasts, and her hair was dark and shoulder length and she had ... rather plain face but a very nice and pleasurable personality. I knew that Allie and Sandy were good friends but I had no idea how good they were before that evening."Hi, girls," I said as I walked into Allie's parents home and tried to melt into the evening they'd already been enjoying. I went over to Allie, kissing her hotly and restrained. She knew me better than I knew myself. She knew it had been a deep, disregarded fantasy of mine to be a helpless maid amongst a variety of men and women, all dressed up in pretty outfits demanding drinks and snacks from the maids passing by.She had, without a doubt, put "the guy" in his place. My cock was completely locked away in full metal, and it would require an ER visit to physically remove the device without a key. I didn't really trust myself with a pair of bolt cutters, especially since. She knew that nothing could ever stop this extreme sensation that rocked her body repeatedly, and she wildly wished it would never stop. Clit aching now with pleasure, she did her best to keep her thighs apart, the view of the smoky tongue, almost like that of a snake’s, darting out to play and press against her clit exciting her even more. Her pussy pulsed as she realized that the spirit was looking at her while suckling on her clit. As in response to this thought, the apparition blew onto. “Sergeant Gladys Freya Everest, Federation Marine Corps. Personal security specialist.”“Thank you, Sergeant.”The dull black ledges each side of the arms of the couch came alive with displays and Gladys whipped her hands away.“Uh, uh, second pilot. Hands on the plates,” Scott scolded, with a smile.Reluctantly, Gladys did as she was told, and suddenly ... she was the ship. Sensuously aware of the ship’s surroundings, though not in the hangar, but in deep space.“Pretty good, huh?” Scott’s voice.