"Oh crap!" Yeah," Ross said. "Our front door is open and there's breathable air out there. Before you look, I already checked our levels. That's not o...r air filling that hold out there, its theirs." There's something else too, you may not have noticed it if you came straight here and sat in the pilot's seat. You know how your body gets after a month or so of shipboard duty. Achy, lethargic, all the usual complaints?" Yeah?" Well, how do you feel? Once the cotton cleared out of my brain I. She held on to the edge of the table to brace herself against his hammering thrust, nearly knocking over the lamp as she leaned back. He rammed her so hard that at one point the table nearly turned over. It was all so damn hot! Her head was tossed back as her long blonde hair cascaded back over the table and I could see all different expressions of ecstasy in her face, as she had one orgasm after another. Just before he climaxed, he leaned down and kissed her, sending his exploring tongue deep. It was like Margaret was the queen and we were her servants catering to her needs. Still she had a matter-of-fact way about her that seemed to suit her, and Florence was the right match for her. It was like Florence was the den mother, but Margaret was head of the family. At the time I'm talking about I was only 20 going on 21, Margaret 27 and Florence about ten years older. They both had jobs, Florence had managed to persuade Margaret to give up her old ways and go to night school. The outcome. We kissed again and Sara whispered, “Are you ready for my wedding gift to you my husband?” “Oh yes baby, I most definitely am.” I whispered back. She pulled away from me and walked to the bathroom door, she opened it and Pat came out. I looked confused and my new bride said. “Tonight baby, I am going to make your wildest fantasy come true,” she continued, “tonight, on our wedding night, you will not touch me, Pat will have my body, I will make love with Pat all night long while you sit and.