I was quite proud of myself that I hadn’t already shot my load. I was trying to last as long as possible.I briefly thought about the ‘immature boy...’ that Kimberley’s mother had said she had been with before. I imagine an ‘immature boy’ would have been far too excited by the sight that was in front of me now. I was sure they would have shot their load extremely quickly. I wanted to show Kimberley that an older man could have more stamina, and could make her come multiple times.But I was also a. The people who came to work at the telephone exchange came from all walks of life. They were mostly sent there from the Labour Department, hippies, students, backpackers, dopers, new immigrants, transvestites and the flotsam and jetsam of the seventies.Of course most of us gravitated towards our own groups. The transvestites were all 'ship girls.' I guess business was slow because they had to take jobs to augment their income from the Japanese shrimp boats. They stuck together and provided a. Doors to the left opened and an S-60 service robot wearing my leather suit came in.“Tyron?” “Yes, Captain.Ensign Tyron Suit reporting for duty. I am completely restored.““And I care not what regulations say.“I hugged the suit.“I thought I lost you.““Captain, there is no greater honor than serving and protecting you.““You saved my life, Tyron.““And I want nothing else than have a chance to do so again.““Well let us not run into flaming denizens of the Anti-Verse again or pick fights with things. "After all,I Know that "You Want to Take Us"!" She said and went back to looking at my hard-on with obvious longing. Letting me know that her innuendo was intentional."I'm sorry but it's a little late for that,Honey. The Guys are counting on me to be there!" I tried to scold Her,but I just can't seem to ever tell her "No". "How about Next weekend?" I found myself asking."I'll go tell Daddy!" she said and was off like a shot with James hot on her heels.Later that evening,after finishing my.