I could feel it swelling up, ready to explode when in a flash, Jennifer yanked her head back and shoved my cock into the glass she was holding. I coul...n’t believe what she was doing and had a huge orgasm and released a huge load. I was still shooting the last bit of cum I think when Jennifer just got up and walked out without a word. I took a minute to get cooled off and try to pull the door shut and try to figure out what the heck had just happened. As I did I heard Jennifer in the kitchen. "I always thought he was a real animal the way he fucks just about every girl he can get his hands on." The truth is that Mark's a wimp and a liar," Mary said as she her fuck tunnel started massaging the full length of her brother's embedded cock. "He's such a wimp that if a girl flashed her tits he'd turn and run screaming in panic. But he doesn't want you guys to know how big a wimp he is so he makes up some really hot stories to make everyone think he's fucking every girl he can catch." So. . hell, it would be quicker to name what's functional, Preliator!"He let out a stream of curses a mile long before calming down enough to think. "Casualty report?"Auctorita checked quickly on the environmental console. "No clue as of yet. Inter-ship sensors and comm. lines are down."Preliator began to hear a loud whistling noise above the alarms. He looked all around the bridge, trying to locate the source of the sound. When he found it, he wished he hadn't. There was a rupture in the bridge. He was just there. Even though he was always there watching, looking, and recording, when it was time for him to make his appearance known, he just appeared as if out of nowhere. Typically, if someone did see him coming, Rambo on steroids, he was the last thing they saw before they died. Just like that with gun, a knife, an improvised weapon, or bare hands, he’d snuff the life out of his victim before they could even raise their hands to defend themselves and/or before they could make a sound.