Maybe there would be a message from McMullen and Harper to give up, but there wasn't much hope of that, yet.She pulled out her laptop, booted it up, a...d then unplugged the telephone and plugged it into her modem. Rewardingly, there was some E-Mail for her, from Harper: "Dale was contacted by a representative of the funding source for your project yesterday," it said. "They are very pleased with the results so far. Says your report matches closely what was in the local paper, so it looks like. "Twelve thousand kilometers to release point," Mandall reported at last. "That's just over two minutes, Brett." Two minutes," he repeated, chewing his lip a little. He called Hamilton again. "Torpedo room, open tube number one and prepare for launch." Opening tube one," was the reply.On the front of the ship a circular hatch irised slowly open, revealing the blunt nose of the torpedo. On the bridge, Mandall began to count down every ten seconds as the launch point approached. When she reached. As mom rhythmically sucked and stroked my shaft with her cute little mouth, she simultaneously was caressing my anal opening with her finger. This caused the anal muscles to open and close rather quickly. In turned the muscles surrounding my prostate became excited. I couldn't hold back so my cum began exploding from the walnut shaped organ. The rest is history. A tremendous amount of built up seed mixed with the cum from my prostate and began it’s journey up my throbbing shaft, wanting. Ginny had snuck out from the warm covers the still sleeping Harry’s bed after pulling his soft cock from her horny pussy. They had again fallen asleep the night before in each other’s embraces. Harry had dumped a sticky load deep in her pussy and instead of untangling with her passionate lover; Ginny had simply fell asleep with his shaft still buried deep inside her. She quietly snuck across the bedroom, not alerting any of the five sleeping boys and crawled onto her brother’s ruffled.