I didn't want to be too obvious).There must have been some sort of insect flying around outside. She and her friend were swatting at something. I was ...till rubbing, still watching, and then she slapped at her thigh. Whatever it was that had been flying around them had just landed on her. She hiked her skirt up a bit and rubbed along her inner thigh. A bite? A sting? Whatever it was, it caused her to rub at it, her legs spreading even farther, as much as her short skirt would allow.Mmmm... she. ’ ‘Where then, let’s go to your bedroom,’ ‘No not in my bedroom, let’s go to your room.’ Connie said urgently as she felt they would be safe there. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to see them fucking in the house. Bruno pulled up his clothes as Connie got up and smoothed out her skirt. She picked up her panties but did not put them back on. They hurried to his apartment above the garage and into the bedroom. They stripped naked and studied each other’s body for a few seconds. I don't want good ideas going to waste."Ken looked at the wall clock, and continued, "It's eight pm. Let's get out of here and get some food."They spent the next couple of hours with their families while the ship went on with the business of running itself. They watched a few shows, sat around, and talked about what was going to be happing over the next few days.Ken stood up and stretched. Bidding everyone a good night, he walked out of the room and down the hall to his cabin. He climbed into. Okay, I’m not the sperm donor, but in every other respect I am the man who fills that role, the fatherly role,” said Owen Cord.“Yes, you are, and you will have your place with those girls no matter what happens or how much the other guy’s around. But, at least for now, and at least in name, he’s got to be allowed to believe that he’s the main daddy. The man’s sacrificed a lot. And we stole his life. He’s got nothing else but those girls. And worse, he may never have anything that means anything.