Hidden from our view somewhere far along this track was Longshot’s gnomon, a tracked bronze triangle taller than Zuri standing on my shoulders. We h...d seen it once when we were very young, from far away, glinting in the sunline. It had appeared to be frozen, locked in place, but Mother had told us that it moved in a constant, infinitesimal creep along the track at a rate that we could not perceive. The gnomon indicated Longshot’s progress between Old Earth and Gaia, our target planet in 82. Theytalked amongst themselves while inspecting me making comments such as, mmmmvery nice obscenely HUGE cow udders on her hasn?t she.? Have no doubt she would make an excellentmilkmaid.? Should start to pump her fatudders and get the sow to start lactating so her Master can suckle her milk ashe desires.? Others commented on my fuckholes and came around to where they were exposed at the end of the cage.? One of them politely asked my Master for hispermission to pull my cunt open from the sides. He listened without saying a word. He took my wet nipple in his mouth, but I tore it from him, turned around and getting on my knees on the bed. When I got in position, I turned around and looked him square in the eyes. I want you to hurt this pussy. No. I want you on your back. I gotta see those tits as I fuck you. I didnt argue, flipping over quickly, and even before my tits stopped giggling, he had my legs in the air and was pumping his cock into my pussy. I could still barely feel his dick,. My mid transports me back to 1968 when we were “courting”. In the USAF then and on leave in London, England it wasn’t, easy to find some where to take a young woman to “get to know her better” but Sarah had the same ideas and took me to a “news cinema” which people our age may remember. Not exactly privacy but at least most of the other people there were doing the same thing we were except you had to breathe cigarette smoke while doing it. After two dates her mother invited me to her house in.