I went to bathroom and masturbated first time thinking about her.At around 1.30 again she knocked at my door. She came inside and told me time for nex... drops and took the bowl which was empty. She asked me where is the milk. I felt ashamed and didn’t answer her. She again asked and I told her that I drunk. She looked at my eyes and asked y? I told her I really felt to drink that. She told me again to lie down. I did she come close and said she will not keep milk in bowl this time because I will. Ship power systems are in conservation mode during alert." During... ?"An alert! So something had gone wrong. I almost hoped the hypermotors had finally burned out. Even if it meant the expense of getting someone to come out to fix them, maybe then I wouldn't have to deal with the awful racket they made. Anyway, it would be their own damn fault. They insisted on leaving port without my Dad. He's the only one that managed to keep this hunk of junk together.And just maybe if it cost too much, my. Deep down, she had to admit to herself that her dad’s cock was incredibly large and rather handsome to look at. From what she could see, it was almost as thick as her wrist, thickly veined and topped by a most impressive and shapely head. The colour varied from a deep sensual red to something more flesh like. It was dappled with warm browns and flecks of a dark purple where the sinuous thread of veins came near the surface. She tried to imagine her mother being impaled by her dad’s cock, or any. " I was very calm. "What do you suggest Paul? I don't believe in revenge, but some one who acts like this needs to get what's coming to them." I could have sworn a look of anticipation came into his eyes. "You're absolutely right. And I know just how to do it." I listened to his suggestion and agreed. So three days later I met him at a suite in a well known hotel. He had already set up the video equipment to tape the two of us having sex together. "I hate to do this to George," Paul said sadly..