.? Or does he.. do that a lot? She asks curiously, the gnome now giggling at those words as she moves in closer to that imp as it jerks itself faster ...nd harder than ever. Oh, it just means he needs some pussy, silly! The gnome says casually as she reaches down, gripping the bottom of her robes. She pulls them up over her head, revealing her smooth body, as well as her plump, bubbly ass. She bends forward in front of that imp, smiling as she feels him mount her, as though it was a normal thing.. "It went very quickly. Marcie tightened her fingers around Tundra's long, fat prick, guiding the pulpy black cockhead forward until it pressed against Kathy's pussy-lips. The horse held steady, letting Marcie do most of the work for him. His legs tensed, shaking violently as the cockhead fucked into the young girl's wet cunt.Kathy's arms spasmed, then fell limply to her side while her body twisted and jerked against the skewering horse-cock. Marcie watched with wide, lust-filled eyes as more. In other words, I want the outer box to fall towards the artificial gravity generator. How can I make that happen? Dammit, a simple glance at Newton's Third Law of Motion: For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, shows that I can't. OK, back to some form of rocket.At least, I am limited in the amount of fuel I can take only by the limitation of the dimensions of the fuel container. A fuel container shielded from gravity and inertia could be any size; a breath of air could move. It could not have lasted more than a second but it somehow seemed as if a long time had passed between her looking up at him, being caught by his strange eyes just as she handed him her ticket, and him handing the ticket back. Sally settled back into her seat, putting her ticket away in her handbag, and looked around her. There seemed nothing amiss, nothing out of the ordi­nary, there was no indication that anyone else felt like she did—that some­thing odd had happened. But there was something,.