Alana's torso, inner thighs, breasts and arms – whatever had been in contact with Sy's flesh when he'd come – was speckled with slowly drying bloo... from her already healed puncture wounds. Sy was covered with blood as well – all of it belonging to Tanya and Alana. What blood had been on Tanya was now soaked into the sheets beneath her, with only a few drying rivulets to show where it had trickled around her torso and into the mattress during Sy's orgasm. These remaining traces vanished a few. Most of them were porn — the old goat had apparently kept every dirty book he had ever bought, even desperately tame stuff (by modern standards) from forty years ago. I dreaded that I might accidentally throw away some vital clue about FUCK so I checked everything thoroughly before discarding it, and this made progress slow. I carefully kept all scientific periodicals whether or not they appeared to be relevant to Uncle Albert's work; some of the astronomical stuff he had probably bought merely. Swallow."A fuckin cock was down my throat. Oh shit what the fuck. I have to get out of this. It hurts like fuck. Please stop. Oh Shittttttttt!."Hey lads, Do you reckon she'll take a couple of bottles?"Please no. Not after the fists. If this fucker gets his prick out of my throat I'll scream. Great he's pulling it out."Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. Gulp Glug. Swallow."Shit it's back in my throat again. Please no. Nooooooooooooo."Come on Martin. You'll need to spread her wider than that or it'll never go in.. Having had just the one previous experience, I was hopeful Cap was as horny as me! Off watch and rushed through chow, I was knocking on the open door of the Captain's office and suite by 1620. “Afternoon, Second, come in, close the door, would you?”Oh boy, I thought, what could this be about? Close the door? I really wondered what the heck was going on. Door closed, I had a seat on the office settee, wondering what was coming next.To my great relief, Cap really did just want to chat, get to.