How many times, he thought, must he re-order the ship production schedule to meet critical needs?“That troubles me as well, tenno hika. We have a cr...tical need of additional warships and logistical support vessels, but we do intend to produce another Kilo class colony transport as soon as possible. It was my understanding that establishing security both here and around Rek was a higher priority than a new colony transport. Has that changed?”“So you believe the security threat is so great as to. ‘I don’t know I just love getting fucked.’ I added, ‘it just isn’t necessary I guess. Sometimes I will stroke it but not usually.’She continued, amazed that I swallow, that I wear lingerie, panties and so on. After smoking again, I told Emily that she was welcome to sleep anywhere, including with us. She of course slept with us. It was about 4:00am before we ever lay down. She took her bag to the bathroom. Daniel rolled to me. He ran his fingers from my face, back through my hair, brought his. A soft knocking at the door of the dressing stall made her look up. "Gwen honey, are you dressed yet?" her mother asked from outside the door."Just about, Mom," she said, returning to her efforts to twist the uncooperative panties into place. The constant tugging and pulling of the tightly stretched fabric over the lips of her twat was starting to turn her on. "Everything fits fine except for the panties. I think they may have put the wrong size in with the top." Open the door and let me see if. No. My "problem" with Shirley's being in porno films was a lot more personal than that. I didn't want to compete with the guys who starred in those movies. I'd seen them in action, and I -- quite literally -- didn't "measure up."And even if size doesn't matter (and, like most guys, I secretly figured that it probably really does matter -- and maybe quite a lot) -- even if size didn't matter, there was the whole other problem of who Shirley Kiner was, today. I knew that if, yesterday, she'd been.