"Cami, it's yourturn."It took her five tries before she managed a safe simulated landing. Thefirst try she clipped the airlock on her way out. The nex... one sheactually rolled the Rover on landing. But of course she hadn't had anytraining yet, not even the sleep training.We both spent a lot of time in the simulated landings. Once I'd run outof fuel for the thrusters before we were close enough to the ground.Another time I crashed into the Central Power Station.My hand covered hers on the. For their supper, the men received ale as compensation for the missed grog, whilst a steady trickle of women made their way aboard. By Admiralty rules, when a King’s ship was in harbour, the wives — self-proclaimed or real — were allowed on board.It was dark already when a boat approached the Asia where a lusty orgy was in progress between the decks, and the boatman had some difficulty making himself heard over the ruckus. The midshipman of the watch noticed the boat at length, and a minute. .”“Yes I know Pat won’t let either you or Jake fuck her!” he smiled in the absolute knowledge he was sure.“Ok then, in that picture over there, is that your daughter?”Pats eyes opened wide, “He fucking wouldn’t!”I adjusted the clit vibro and held her so she couldn’t move.“Yes, she is due home from university in two weeks for end of term. I cannot bet her she is worse than her mum, I couldn’t guarantee she would spend the night with anyone and as for them making love I would not want her ****d. With the detonated force of a shotgun shell, the long, narrow stick blew soft, bloody tissue all over Beth's legs as it liquefied her cunt. The sensation was so intense that Beth couldn't even scream. She rolled around on the ground in such agony that she couldn't breathe.Then she was coming – her orgasms as powerful as the ones she'd had from the gun. The regeneration of all that sensitive tissue was almost as orgasmic as its destruction had been. After many minutes, Beth lay on the ground.