"Please tell me how good is Lynne at making love?" begged John as he thrust his cock into Susan's pussy."She is the best lover I've ever had!" panted ...usan."Better than me!" gasped John."Much better than you. You're fucking useless at fucking! Oooooohhhh my god she fucks me much better than you" Screamed Susan with passion as John's cock throbbed harder as she taunted him."Tell me more. Just how bad I am at making love and how better she is at fucking you than me!" begged John excitedly."You're. All the crew knew that by tomorrow dinner time they would be safely in Hamilton and there was understandably much excitement about this. I couldn't bring myself to get too excited as I far preferred the open sea to the built up city but I was the only one who didn't have a spring in their step or a smile on their face.Even Tabatha who got spanked for a minor indiscretion couldn't help but smile and by the time I had sat through a very happy crew at lunchtime I didn't really want to spend much. If I couldn't spot the enemy I might as well walk out in the street and let them shoot me. From the little I'd heard as I was starting to fade I also knew that the men that had come after me weren't expecting to return.Sighing, I knew they were out to kill me; my bio-signature was the only thing keeping the bastards from accessing the time dilator. Problem was they could use it whether or not I was dead or not.Looking out the window I tried to will my self to see the faces of all those that. He continued to talk while he wanked himself off, my limp member still poking out of crumpled trousers and at one point, as he tried to cum, I remember, predictably, that I was warned to to tell anyone of our fun. I was in no mood to talk about it anyway, there were no threats from him, just a stressed few words to explain that our secret play, would be our secret. I was sitting there, feeling a little awkward but still without alarm, when he started to moan from the pit of his stomach and his.