But now I must return to the council; we are reviewing preparations to free the ship from the ice covering us. We have taken energy from the heat vent... of the volcano. We have sufficient for ice fracturing and dispersal.Our crew tests the focusers and emitters. My concern is with perfect synchronization and application of force to break and scatter the ice clear of the ship. We expect success, but mate-mine, it has been many generations since such a thing has been done. There is no history. He reached and pulled the bailer-twine belt loose from her jean shorts and they immediately dropped to the dirt floor of the barn.Stepping back a step, Emmitt admired his daughter’s naked, budding body, and his cock yearned to be inside her. Easing her aside he laid back on the hay-bale and guided her over him. She had one foot on the ground and the other on the edge of the hay-bale as he guided her young pussy down towards his cock. She jumped as if shocked when she felt his cockhead rub. I watch my breasts move as I shake them from one side to the other. I unbutton my blouse, pull the ends from my skirt, and slowly strip for an audience of one.. I turn my back to the mirror and slowly lower one side of my skirt then the other and move my hips as I work it down. When it falls to the floor, I step out and kick it to the wall to join my jacket and my shirt. Standing there in my black bra and thong, my spike heels accentuate my long legs. I feel so sexy as I turn around, and watch. I just realized I was wearing those bright blue lace panties, and I am outside of the comfort of my own home. "What's up?," Emmy says tugging at my arm. "Oh, nothing I just thought I forgot something," I say shrugging it off and visually checking no lace can be seen poking out of my jeans. The paranoia wears off by the time we are at the bar and a weird sensation of relief starts to blow over me. I walk to the table and can feel every little movement of the lace against my skin. I feel immense..