" Yes. It's kismet," she breathlessly replied. But the only 'kismet' I was interested in was when her kiss met my pussy. We resumed tossing and turnin... in mid-air like putrid brown hot dogs on a 7-11 rotisserie but without the fear of botulism. That image even led her to feast on my buns but adding mustard and relish was overkill... and messy. We were becoming more animated than a Chuck Jones-directed Looney Tunes cartoon. Luckily, we weren't worried about noise since in space no one can hear. ”“Goodness Nikki, where do you get this stuff?”She heads along with him, even looping her arm into his elbow and grinning excitedly. She’s been feeling so energized lately, excited even. Distractible for certain. A few times this week, she daydreamed about ... fun and sexy things while her tutor was trying to teach her some stuff. God, she’d been so hot for him when he first arrived and she teased him by the pool. What a dud he’d turned out to be. He didn’t even do anything more than look down. I grasped her ass, caressing it and slapping it a little to her delight."Oh yeah, again, sweetie," she said.I obliged, slapping her ass again and again. She appeared to love it and, after she stepped out of her jeans, she turned to face me and took hold of my hands. She guided them up her legs to the thin waist strap of her thong. I slipped the flimsy garment down to her ankles and she stepped out of it.She was shaven, apart from a short airstrip just above the opening. She sat down on the. All of us were shocked into silence except for Brenda who screamed out, "DADDY." Hello Brenda, I'm happy you've arrived. I've missed you." The computer said."But that's wrong, how can Brenda be your daughter, just who are you?" Margaret asked, although I recognised the helmet that was on the skull of the skeleton."My name is, or rather was, Captain Jondar; I was the only surviving member of the crew when the cryogenics went out." The computer, I mean Captain Jondar said"Let me get this.