Despite the fighter’s deadly look, it looked curiously unfinished. Major portions of the superstructure were bare, as were most of the control surfa...es. The exposed superstructure resembled the gossamer strands of a spider’s web more than the sturdy fuselage of an aircraft. Anyone that expected the delicate weave to be fragile would be very mistaken. The strands were strong, but they were primarily designed to be signal paths to simplify the pilot’s control in flight.Theoretically, the fighter. As my arousal increases, my dream change to include a man..... I’m lying on my back as he lowers his cock to slide into my mouth while she moves to lick at my sweetness. My fingers will dip into my own wetness and as I long to taste the sweet cum of him, I will taste my own fingers. The images in my mind will begin to rapidly change........ the man on all fours as my tongue probes his ass .... watching as the woman slips her fingers into herself for me to watch .... the man moving to ram deeply. Without breaking his gaze or seeming to loosen his embrace he took the front of my dress and opened it with a swift motion that s**ttered buttons across the glade. grasping my bra cups in his soft hands he tore the front apart and spread it wide allowing the wind to tickle my hardening nipples exposed to this stranger who had me totally in his power. A hand went down and my panties were discarded." I will take care of you, for eternity" he spoke softly and I felt the head of his cock at the. Dutch walked through and stepped a few feet into the alley. He looked around to see if there was anything he could use for a weapon. The alley was dark, darker than he expected. With the buildings all around, it seemed more like a room than an alley. Simon walked out and closed the door behind him. He waved his arm, and the room -- for that was what it really was -- was lit by the glow of torched hanging ten feet up on all four walls. "What the hell," Dutch said, staring for a moment at.