He wasn’t in the least bit flirty and didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all and, inevitably, we got round to the subject of the house. I asked ...im what he thought and he said that he liked it very much but that he needed to work out his finances before he could make an offer. It looked as though that was pretty much the cue for him to leave but, after we finished our coffee and stood up, he came really close to me and pulled my body tightly into his, kissing me fully on my lips. I made no. No, Nancy had been raped and hated every moment of it. But then there was Clete... He pulled her face down and kissed her hot, wet lips. She sucked on his tongue, and he sucked on hers while they moved together, working together to slide his cock in and out of her bubbly cunt."Nancy, baby," he whispered against her cheek. "I have to know something." We have no secrets, dear Mark, ooooh, ugh, ugh," she grunted as the feeling of his fucking cock shot through her belly and up to the base of her. As I was looking towards her and walking slowly, her hand reached for her side and grabbed a hold of her short dress and pulled it up slowly. Bit by bit, the thin-looking garment inched its way up her thigh, first revealing that she wore garters and stockings. Something that I haven't seen on a live woman in a long time. I stopped to watch this erotic vision, unsure of whether it was real or the booze in my system playing tricks on my brain.However, the scene continued and soon enough the hem. "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 hull about two centimeters long, growing rapidly. The whistling was the sound of the bridge being depressurized. He quickly grabbed a metal plate.