"Do I have a choice?" Melissa asked, rhetorically, taking the spoon andtrying to scoop up an egg with it. It was harder than Lonna made itlook, and sh... broke the first yolk when it fell off with a soft "plop." If I want to get home, I need to dethrone your evil queen, and you'rethe only one with a plan on how to do that. Right? Besides..."Melissa scooped up the broken egg and stuffed it in her mouth. It wascreamy, and delicious. She regretted not having started with it."Besides?" Lonna asked,. I followed Ingrid down a dusty, dirt road, just like the one I drove on to get here. She pulled into the corner of a huge hayfield, that must be two hundred acres in size. The hay had already been cut, and windrowed once. When it’s rolled back the other way and aired, it’ll be ready for the baler. There was already a tractor connected to the baler parked in the field where we left the truck.The strange looking vehicles were equipped with hay loaders that automatically pick up and stack the. She continued to massage it with her tongue and lips picking up the pace over the course of the minute, but never applying too much pressure. Occasionally she would rub her hand up and down his cock. Frank moaned softly.She then moved to the other testicle, showing it the same devotion. After a minute or so, she ducked down, extended her tongue, and licked a line from underneath his sack to the edge of his cock. She gently lowered his penis, letting it rub against her smooth face. She moved her. An epilogue to 'Star Trek: Mirror Universe Turnabout'.STAR TREK: INTERLUDE ON ARAGON IVby BobH(c) 2014This contains spoilers for all my Star Trek tales to date.Most characters herein are the property of Paramount Pictures *The trail up the mountain was well worn and its slope gentle, so gentlein fact that after several hours Spock was still only six hundred feetabove the spot where he had landed on this planet. Where a human mighthave felt frustration at that.