She even had on turned up red felt shoes with a fluffy pompom on the turned up points. The dress was too short, especially for a f****y gathering,...and I could feel every man’s eyes on her, every pubescent boy’s, even some women whom I had always suspected. My daughter’s a flighty girl with long blonde hair, full B-cup titties and slender tender legs. And as the night wore on she got steadily more and more d***k. It was embarrassing as she slurred her words, staggered, fell and finally. Currently I'm researching various forms of what we were calling carbon nanotubuals before the Darjee contacted us. I know that we were developing armor based on various engineering plastics as well. Since the AI controls the replicator in the end I've tried to see what it can do to produce patterns for things that it hasn't 'seen' before. Even getting it and the replicator to acknowledge stuff in the archives can be as difficult as trying to teach an elephant to tap-dance though ... Often times. .. Nobody told me, really..." It is all the same, my Prince," Anais stated. "I do not ask for special treatment." No, it is not all right," Alana said with conviction. "Soldier or not, a woman must not sleep in a room with a full column of men." Alana is right, Macro," Thesia agreed. "Let's put a cot in the small chamber where we keep our trunks." No, it's all right. I wouldn't intrude on..."Macro smiled at her. She was terribly flustered. "Anais, we shall need special protection. I shall want. She stared into my eyes as we moved in a sensuous, exciting, intimate dance, my crown caressing her cleft, slipping between her thighs, withdrawing. Desire intensified; my need building. I wanted Amelia. I needed her. It felt like I wanted to own her, mine, only mine. We became very slippery, my erection weeping precum.I didn’t want to cum like this. I wanted to fill Amelia, thrust into her, take her. With a knee, I eased one of her legs aside. Amelia moved her other and I settled between them,.