" Sounds horrible." Could be worse. Pain like that tells you you're still alive. They hold traffic for my docking, but my right leg gives me trouble o... the controls. All four limbs, usually, flying a feiky. 'Smooth, not fast, ' I say as I dock. Really, it's not all that smooth, either; but I fit first time."Not one leaking thing is what the medics can do while I'm in my suit. So I pull myself along to my regular suit locker. It's in an alcove comfy for one. But the middle of my shift is change-. Normally when I get a blow job I like to hold a girls hair and if there's no objection, guide the girls mouth on my cock, some times even alittle roughly. Now though I noticed I couldn't really move my arm up to grab her hair, or for that matter move at all. I mean I was smoking pot and drinking but not that much, just normal stuff to me, but never the less I was getting a blow job, my cock was working so I wasn't worried or anything. I passed out again and when I woke this time Trinity was. While Alisha pulled shot glasses from her bag, Jennifer sneaked to the thermostat and hiked it up, making it warmer. She returned to the kitchen to find her friend bent over at the waist digging in the fridge for some limes. Jennifer's mouth watered when she saw how far up Alisha's ass her shorts were. She could literally see most of her ass cheeks and some of her friend's curly pubic hair. With her cunt humming, Jennifer gathered the tequila and went to the living room. They played games. I reached for the glass and drank it down. There was absolutely no hesitation. I didn’t even know how dry my throat felt until the chilled liquid eased the discomfort. The taste was sweet as well, a mix of peach and lemon flavors.“I didn’t really. Sort of, but not really,” I answered.He sure seemed to be perceptive - at least in regards to how I ran away from home. It didn’t seem like he caught on yet that I was his daughter, not yet anyway. It was a fun little game of cat and mouse, and I felt.