Mum hadn't cum at this stage."Baby, lie on your back, I want to cum in your mouth."She sat on top of me and placed her oozing cunt over my mouth and r...bbed her clitty as my tongue was inside her soggy, cum filled cunt. Fuck, I'm really addicted to the taste of her sex."Baby, I'm about to cum. I'm going to let my juices squirt straight into your mouth. Fuck I love you eating me. Baby I love you. I'm so pleased that we can have sex together. Ohhh yeees, I'm cumming, yeeeesss, drink Mummies. "Thanks, but I'll be OK" she replied. I walked across the room andgrabbed two 25 lb dumbbells off the rack, faced the mirror, and started doing a set of curls as I watched in the reflection as she did another set on the bench. I was pleasantly shocked when this beautiful woman strode up, grabbed a pair of 35 lb dumbbells, stood almost shoulder to shoulder next to me, said "Lets see who can do the most curls" and started doing bicep curls in the exact same rhythm as me. I started loosing. "What are the ethics of repairing a disability without explicit consent? Is implicit consent, saying one would like one's old life, sufficient to do something such as render someone unconscious, and then regenerate lost limbs in a medtube? What about the situation where the patient is severely depressed and not competent?"We ethicists never get the easy questions, do we? My initial reaction is that the implicit consent is good enough. To be completely licit, though, there's a problem if you. ”“Sir, he’s standing close to the bows with her. If we fire the 32s at their stern, they will likely both be thrown overboard. At least, he’ll be stunned. We might save her.”“How? We’ve no boat ready.”“I’m a strong swimmer, Sir. I could jump in with a Nº2 line, get to her and rope her. The hands can then pull her aboard.”“And you, Grey?”“I can swim back, Sir. The Marines can cover me.”“I see. Perhaps that’s not entirely harebrained. Well, get ready then! Where’s the girl?”“I’m here, Sir,” a.