I fucked her hard until I could tell it was staring to hurt her even though she was still getting off easily.When I pulled out she asked, “Why did y...u stop? You didn’t finish in my ass.”“Do you really want to have to worry about when the sperm enema is ready to be cleaned out? You won’t have that problem now,” I told her.She me pulled into the shower with her to wash up. We played for a bit, but didn’t screw again. Once we dried off she pulled me back to the bed to take a nap. From her clothes. Quickly I activated the tracking menus and called up the silhouettes of Confederacy ships. When I found the one I was looking for I sent it over to her. “Does it look like this?”“Yes,” Chastity replied in a puzzled tone. “What ship is that?”“That’s a Confederacy corvette. It’s the silhouette of a Castle class ship. They are a bit larger than Corsica. It also appears that the Sa’arm around here either captured one or somehow communicated with a hive that did,” I said.“So what does that mean to. You ever see black vomit? You don't want too.While leaning onto the bowl I noticed it was cold on my chest. I thenshuddered. I was leaning head first onto the bowl. My chest was inchesfrom it, but no, it was touching it. I sat back on the floor. As I hitthe floor, I felt that my ass had some how gotten a lot bigger than Iremembered and my chest jiggled. I pulled at my gown. The whole thingripped easily away as I heard a Velcro tear. Then there they were. Twoperk breasts. I would say a good B if. Across from her Hunter was absorbed in the laptop.“You promised to tell me what the microdot contained,” she reminded him.He shut the laptop, pushed it aside, leaned back, and looked out the window.“You’ve heard about the Israeli-Palestinian peace accord?”“Sure,” Callie nodded. Everyone knew about it; the single biggest achievement in the past fifty years, all due to President Richards. He was going to have a real legacy in the history books.Hunter continued. “The peace accord would never have.