They were all die hard Cub fans from her grandfather, to her father, and her little brother. ... It was bases loaded and two outs in the bottom of the inning and the batter was down to two strikes. The pitch came and the batter swung it sending the ball straight out of the ballpark. All of Wrigley exploded and my girl was jumping for joy. She screamed and yelled and jumped into my arms hugging me real tight. I was happy for her. On several occasions, GmBH held a party, by invitation only, in the "Trader's" passengers' dining room. They arranged caterers who used the dining room kitchens – the Flock had been using the Canteen's. Being distrustful of their fellows in general, the Flock secured the crockery, cutlery and decorations in the Purser's office. (The items never were returned and it was many decades later, that the Flock retrieved them for their sentimental value.) A band was hired and McCock sealed off all. . The head of the space military had called former football star and space hero, Buck Armstrong to handle the latest galaxy emergency. He was already off into space and heading toward the alien mother ship on the far side of the moon."Alert!" An alien still in his bald head human morph said as he went to his leader. He was first to return in his green outfit, red tights and yellow cape when the aliens realized that comic book heroes didn't really go walking around earth. He needed to study more. He stopped for a second and removed his cock from my mouth. Do you understand? …Yes sir… I moaned as I kissed and licked the head of his cock. It was throbbing so hard, I couldnt wait to have him inside of me…owning me…poisoning me with his seed. I continued to stroke and lick his cock for a long time just enjoying his scent and his flavor. Savoring every second.. every drop of pre-cummm to pass between my lips. I was beyond wanting him to fuck me. I needed him to. I needed to have him remind.