Ich spritze mir Wasser ins Gesicht - hilfe, kratzt das auf meinen Wangen. Klar, Thorsten hat sich Dienstag morgen das letzte Mal rasiert...Ich schaue ...ieder in den Spiegel und sehe wieder das Gesicht von Thorsten - diesesmal nur ganz naß.Ich greife zum Handtuch, trockne mich ab und setze mich erst einmal wieder auf's Klo. Das Ding zwischen meinen Meinen hat sich inzwischen etwas beruhigt - was sagt Thorsten noch immer dazu? Morgenlatte? Genau - und liegt inzwischen auf der Brille auf. Da ich. Guns for short. The cannons where the ships main assault weaponry, able to bombard a planet with 1 ton tungsten carbide projectiles, they could also be used for ship to ship combat."Janus, status of ships reactors." I asked out loud."Commander, Reactor status is at nominal." Came the A.I. Reply.I went to check on the bodies in storage, walking through the corridor I came to the storage area, I scanned over the readings for each body, 100 people all in stasis, all okay. The forces at work. The less said about that the better.Cautiously she stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pour down her back and across her skin in little rivulets, her attention invariably drawn to her length.A little calmer and a little more relaxed with an intact herd instinct she was now able to eye it with a more objective approach, as opposed to the sheer panic that had initially swept over her.It was larger than any she had taken, well, before, or even seen outside of porn. The water trickling. She screamed even harder when he pushed in a second finger and forcefully opened the young girl’s womb. Her pussy clenched hard on his forearm as she toppled over the edge and came so hard it blinded her.Her orgasm didn’t stop, she kept riding the hard waves of sexual bliss while Torus kept fingerfucking her uterus. She screamed again, from the top of her lungs when after a lot of hard work, Torus forced the entire heated moonstone into Myara’s unused womb. And even when it was completely.