Maybe three, I wasn’t sure yet. But if it went wrong, I could ruin lives. The stakes were high, but the risks were low; I was confident of my player... in this production, they just needed to play their part. (Spoiler: they did.) Saturday night was the night. It was usually pretty quiet on Saturday; all of the day-boarders go home for the weekend and only the full-semester girls remain. Legendary things don’t usually happen on Saturday because it’s no fun without everyone to share the experience.. It was only when my insomnia started causing me to miss work that my 13-year-old daughter Ashley, God Bless Her, intervened.It was a Sunday night (or Monday morning, if you want to look at it that way), shortly after midnight. I was tossing and turning, my cock like a rock, when my young Goddess stepped into my bedroom. Fuck, she was gorgeous! She had obviously gotten her looks from her mother: Wavy, shoulder-length black hair contrasted with soft, alabaster skin and big blue eyes. 36C breasts. Much of the conditions in space were familiar to me and I just had to make materials that were suited for getting there and then remaining operational when in position.I owned a Japanese atoll. This was used as a final testing facility if there were no aircraft or ships nearby. When 1957 rolled around, we were in preparation for the Russian launch. Last time the first Sputnik was launched October the forth but they had been getting a lot of information from even my facilities. I figured it. Hethought his head would explode, the moaning louder and louder, fuellinghis confusion, the feelings inside him like nothing he'd ever feltbefore, every nerve in his body vibrating to it. He wanted to come, comeas he had never come before, it felt as if every part of his insides wascoming, he was begging for it, she was begging for it, the girls voicebegging too. He was tense, every sinew rigid, every muscle tight, soclose, so close, yess yesss, please pleeease please make me, make me,take me.