“No please!” she pleaded but I pressed harder and in an instant my thumb was inside her and her cavern was moistening rapidly. “You are evil, tr...ly evil.”“And you my dear need cocking,” I intimated.“Oh god, I hate you,” she replied and she put her hands around the back of my head and pulled me forward until our lips entwined and she kissed me passionately.My member surged in uncontrollable potency and the fluids were released inside my breeches without our mouths once parting.“Oh my lord, you. ”What does your husband think about all of this?“It turns him on. We’ve talked about it before sex, and during sex ... He’s pretended to be a dog for, but make believe isn’t enough, is it?”What do you want to achieve out of this experience?“I just want to have some more fun ... I hope I’ll enjoy the dog, but I know what I’ll really enjoy is the idea of all my old pupils watching the show, and seeing me with the dog and thinking ‘Is that Mrs Kilcline having sex with a dog?’ – and it will. “Conn, Sensors. We picked up the Sa’arm ships from before. Range unknown, but they’re far. No sign of the Golden Arrow.”“AI, damage report, please.”Chris is dead. The ship can’t move, except with our little maneuvering thrusters. The Golden Arrow had less time to get away than we did, and was probably gone.Todd and I exchanged looks. There was nothing we could say to each other. Losing fucking sucks.“Todd, deploy a minefield with whatever we have that still works.”“Yes, captain.”“Sensors, conn.. We were enjoying the rare warm sunny day. Spring can be capricious in the British Isles; always promising to be fair but so often the westerly winds would bring in cloud and light rain. This day was a gift from the Gulf Stream. There was just a hint of breeze and the sun shone brightly. Sarah was at school and I had just one report to write, so from mid-morning Marilyn and I were able to sit out on the patio relaxing. It was close to half past twelve and we were beginning to think about Lunch.