He was able to find coffee so he has lots of joe to go around. He’s trying to scrape up enough cans to get something hot put together.”“That’s...okay, Krepki,” the old man replied as he reached for the handle-less mug, “it’s surprising he was able to find even this.”The rating nodded his head and went back down the center passageway. The old man went back to staring out the windscreen.Sipping his coffee and staring out into the blackness, the old man’s mind wandered back in time.Midshipman Warren. A well dressed, attractive, and serious looking woman, in a blue business suit is sitting at a coffee bar reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee.At the sound of the commotion, she looks up, puts her coffee cup down, neatly folds the newspaper and places it on the counter, gets up from her seat and makes her way, unhurried, across the restaurant.Reaching the boy, the woman carefully drops his pants; takes hold of the boy’s’ testicles and starts to squeeze and twist, gently at first and. . I liked it." "I liked it, too," Kathryn whispered. "You're a very good kisser." "I am?" "Mmhmm," Kathryn murmured. "I'd love to kiss you again." "Okay." Kathryn smiled. The woman was putty in her hands. She leaned closer still and brushed her lips over Cecile's, snaring them in a kiss. Things started off slow but Cecile relaxed after a few moments, opening her mouth wider and wider in acceptance. Soon their tongues were slithering over each other like snakes entwined in battle, leaving them. The strange thing was, I couldn't get the thoughts of those awful stories out of my mind. I work in the office of a small engineering company, and have lots of men coming in for one thing and another, most of them business like, but there's always the few that you feel are ogling your breasts, or legs, or backside. I usually take this sort of thing as a compliment, but this day I kept wondering if they were really thinking of torturing me as I'd been reading in those stories. I found that I.