"URGH!" he grunted, because it felt so good. When he'd more or less recovered, he said, "You know what? It's like you just whacked me upside the head ...ith a pleasure stick!"She laughed at that without even pausing in her bobbing.Oh MAN! he thought. This is fuckin' nuts! This is what I've been missing. Man! There she goes, steadily bobbing over my sweet spot AND using her tongue so devastatingly. Damn that tongue! It feels like it's three feet long, and it practically is! Okay, maybe not, but. “Back to the subject at hand. You have to remember, the race that built Ship’s brain had, according to her, already had many generations of space exploration before she was tasked with the project of building the better battleship — make that the best battleship possible. And... she was given the project because her race was steadily losing a war whose aggressor seemed bent on the extinction of her race. Among other things, the battleship had to be able to rebuild herself, especially from. Slender and trim, her breasts were nice and firm, standing up, crowned with small, erect nipples in the palest pink imaginable. Her other hand reached up to pinch one as she massaged her labia.I picked up the lube and offered it to her as she said, "No, thanks, Lew, I'm plenty wet already," as I watched the probe part her lips and move inside.She was perfectly shaved and not at all shy about her body. She even shifted some so I could see better between her legs. And she smiled at me as she did. If it is any consolation, she now realizes that she made the wrong choice." Fat lot of good that does me," Regan said bitterly."I know," Robert said with a sigh. "I think the conversation she had with you earlier in the week finally drove home how much anger you have toward her – and toward me. You and I are starting to develop a relationship and I hope you'll do the same for her." I just never know when she's pushing an agenda!" Regan seethed."She is always pushing an agenda," Robert stated..