“Mother, send to the Beverly that we are on the way to assist. Please request more information from the Beverly.”“Message sent, sir.”“Mother... bring all rescue and docking systems on line.”“Yes, sir.”“Mother, bring all weapons and defense systems on line”, something was not right and I wanted to be prepared. Who knew, this could be a trap.I immediately then proceeded to the bridge and started thinking of rescue scenarios. As I approached the bridge I asked, “Mother, any reply from the. And what couldmake Jim happier with his life? Maybe something he has never experiencedbefore. I get great happiness out of being a girl. Doing all the things agirl does and feels. These are wonderful things and experiences and thingsand experiences which Jim has never had the opportunity to enjoy as I do.Is it possible that the joys and thrills I experience as a woman could alsoincrease and heighten the happiness Jim currently possesses?In the Beauty Salon, from time to time, I have had the. As I walked by the one side of the buddy booth the door was closed and upon turning the corner I saw that the other side's door was wide open. I bent over slightly and eyed a beautiful, partially erect, and rather large cock in the dim light of the booth. I immediately entered the open booth, closing and locking the door behind me. I squatted down to get a better look through the large hole in the booth wall. A gentleman that I would guess to be in his late 50s or early 60s was sitting on the. . uh, uh, uh don’t cum ... uh me! I ... uh.uh ... not ... pill!”Hearing Abby tell him something, and seemingly pretty urgent about it, he slowed down so he could make out what she was saying. Abby was pushing herself up, and looking over her shoulder. He was sure he wasn’t hurting her, and Abby wasn’t afraid, he recognized the glazed lust in her eyes, but she was being insistent.“Fuck, Alex ... uh, don’t cum in me, I’m not on the pill,” Abby got out, and as she finished she let out a long.