She wanted more. She wanted to feel his seed splash deep inside her. His cock was straining to be released. She carefully slipped his pants over his h...ps, dropping them past his knees. The form hidden in his underwear looked like a Patriot missile readied for launch. She felt the tingle in her panties. Her fingers traced the waistband of his underwear. His cock twitched noticeably as her hand brushed across it. Sliding her fingers inside the elastic, she began lowering them. The elastic hung up. Ron had no idea what was going on and didn’t care either way. He was piloting a plane to West Virginia that weekend so I was on my own anyway. Well Saturday came and as I was at the swimsuit contest I noticed Reggie there. It was at this beach side bar and the contest was filled tons of beautiful women. As always, the crowd was filled with all these over the hill, fat, greasy men. They were always hooting and hollering at us, drooling while guzzling down their beers. Although I loved the. He had no missiles. Someone had done a real job on the ship. They were a sitting duck and a fat prize for the pirates. He knew who had sent them and why, but first he had to think of a way of defending the ship. He desperately thought of what else he could do.“Fighter Command confirms one-hundred-forty fighters, and five gunships preparing for launch with trans-dimensional missiles, boarding equipment with special forces marines, Colonel Phoebe Harris reporting, Sir. I apologize for the delay,. Bridget tried to ignore it but it kept bothering her until one night, in bed with me but before sex, she wanted “to talk”.She spilled out her conflicting feelings. She’d never, with her limited experience, faced this situation before, being attached to one man and feeling attraction for another. I gently reassured her that I had expected this to eventually happen. We were “intimate friends” but that should not stop her from following her own feelings any more than loving one parent would.