His balls were slapping against my bum and my clit was pulsing with pleasure. I reached between my legs and felt his cock sliding in and out of me. I ...oved feeling him fucking me, pulling my lips apart to the limit with his thick rod and he groaned as I rubbed the base of his dick. I started to frig my clit furiously as he fucked me hard, my fingers slipping over my swollen clit easily with my dripping juices. I started panting between my moans of growing pleasure, my legs began to shake as I. "Good job we weren't panning on going anywhere." Who says you're not going anywhere," said a gruff but familiar voice."Commodore," I said spinning around to see my commanding officer. "I didn't know you were here." I always like to keep tabs on you lot," he said with a big smile."So we are going somewhere?" asked Erin."But not in 299," I said nodding to where my engine sat in pieces."No, no, that fine," he said. "It looks like it may take some time to put back together again. Didn't I get you. I’m just trying to tell you that we can try in a small way, each day. I want you back, Andrea. I want us back.’ He glanced up at her. She was biting her lip, like she usually did when she was too overwhelmed but didn’t want to cry. He moved the breakfast tray from between them and set it down on the floor beside the bed, went to sit beside her. Placing one arm over her shoulders, he gently guided her head to rest on the crook of his arm. His other hand clasped her hand into his. They sat like. The musicians would make an unconvincing show of not being prepared and then play the one memorable and even sometimes tuneful piece of music in their repertoire. Every so often, it would be a piece of music that even Susan recognised. Like Greensleeves or the Hamlet Cigar theme tune. These encores never usually lasted much more than five minutes, but this was usually the first time in the whole performance that the musicians and even some of the audience looked like they were genuinely.