This feels like a very pleasant way to die, though,” I moaned groggily.“Yes, Davey, you’ve found me out. I am a Vampire; I am Count Suckula, and...I vant to drain your cock!” she giggled in between sucks and bites.Awareness slowly started to creep into my hibernating brain; I was feeling good. Amber was lying naked, stretched out on top of me; her sexy body brought out my need. My cock had awoken long ago and was yelling at me to ‘catch’ up and to put him to work somewhere; at least he wasn’t a. They probably could have outrun it if their propulsion system was fully functional.“One probable sequence of events begins with the torpedo rupturing their ships rear bulkhead. Their propulsion units are mounted primarily on that bulkhead. Due to its shaped charge, the torpedo released the bulk of its energy forward. This would cave the bulkhead inward resulting in two competing pressure waves. The explosion’s pressure wave should prevail, thus greatly increasing the pressure inside the ship.. "As the sentences continued, Jane began to feel more and more horny."Wifey wants to please her husband by touching him."So far, so good, thought Jane, as she repeated each sentence in turn, absorbing the messages deep into her mind."Wifey needs to please her husband by touching him." If Wifey doesn't touch her husband often, she will feel sad and lonely."Mmmmm, so true, she thought as she repeated the sentences, which were gradually becoming more personal and intimate."Jane wants to be Wifey. Edie, you bring joy of laughter." Those two exchanged a quick and approving glance. Charley seemed to increase his charisma and confidence with every word.Carol's musical arrangements tended to the instrumental, but somehow, she had managed to know that the four people in that room all sought personal growth. John Denver sang,There are children raised in sorrowOn a scorched and barren plainThere are children raised beneath a golden sunThere are children of the waterChildren of the sandAnd they.