Matters quickly grew incrementally worse. At first a few of the scientists took advantage of the invitation to join the 1000–1200 training sessions,...but they were soon dissuaded. The sessions consisted primarily of calisthenics and other rote physical training, Igwanda was a stern taskmaster impatient with those who could not or would not keep up, and few persisted beyond the first couple of ship-days. Meiersdottir lasted longer than most, but even she dropped out when a particular session. Her gaze was fixed on the spear of flesh jutting from a springy mat of dark hair at Caleb’s groin. Abigail’s was as well, for she had only ever seen such things before in fleeting glimpses of pictures the other girls sometimes passed around, pictures that she had done her best to refrain from looking at. She’d never dreamed the truth would be so … so real. So veiny and knobbed and large, with a head the shape and color of a plum partly concealed by a flap of skin. Caleb gripped this tool and. . we must stop them!"Her words were a jumble of incoherence, an idiot's babbling. Dick knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan. The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her shock-dazed eyes."No, honey. Let them be. I'm as hurt and angry as you, but to stop. Her nicely painted red fingernails were buried in the puckered folds of the massive black sac. She held each large nugget individually and tenderly squeezed.She held part of the cock between her tits while she ran her tongue along the rest of it. The mammoth length of the snake had her on the brink of passion.She was mad with lust. Vulcan was a devil and now so was she. She imagined little horns sprouting out from her forehead in between her brown hair.She grabbed the pole one hand on top of.