Imagining his blue-gray eyes gazing upon her, his muscular arms wrapping themselves around her, she feels the heat begin to radiate from between her l...gs. The thought of his hot breath on her neck, his hands slowly sliding down her hips and across her backside brings an involuntary shiver to her.Her hand slips down between her legs, her pussy already slick with her arousal, her juices mingling with the hot water. The thought of running her hands through his blond hair, her fingers through his. She opens her eyes, confused about the pause. Just as Katie moves her head to look down, a crack of thunder booms from outside as she feels two of my fingers quickly rushing inside of her. Katie can’t help but throw her head back again and moan as my fingers slide in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She can feel them massaging the walls of her pussy, delving deeper inside of her every time. Her hands slide up to her breasts, beginning to rub her nipples as my fingers continue filling her with. Nothing could've put a damper on O'Rourke's amorous plans more than the sudden appearance of the grim faced Lieutenant who served as Chief of Security. Standing 5'9" and wearing a gold and black jumpsuit, Tasha Yar was the stuff of the Ensign's worst nightmares. Wearing her blonde hair cut short in a short, almost boyish style, the Lieutenant had a no-nonsense reputation for discipline in the ranks. If it wasn't for the small swell of her breasts through the form fitting bodysuit, Ensign. He took her to visit every relative she had any contact with, most of whom had trouble with the 'final visit' idea. The time was precious, even allowing her some moments of levity.He realized early on that a big part of her fear was the impending loss of dignity at the end. She was a mentally strong person, proud yet modest. He could see that her last months would be made worse by the shame of having someone else do the very private tasks she could no longer do. She had already talked about.