And, Mars, it just feelsnice to now. Is that weird? It's not like I like to because it'ssomething dirty. I mean, I know some boys might, but it's just...different.I can't say it well, is all. Is that OK? If our mother ever knew shewould kill me, I know. What would Michael think? Ms Y. is like it's OK,and so is Daddy, because he sees me in nighties and PJs, and I wore oneof you old camisole tops last night, and he didn't even notice, I think.So it is OK with lots of people, so it's not crazy or. With this show of tenderness on my part, she relaxed. I cupped her chin and turned her face away so that I could gently kiss the soft spot under her ear. Her hand clenched my fingers as she turned her face toward me. Her free hand touched my shoulder in a tentative embrace as I kissed her mouth. When she let my tongue touch hers, I was as caught up in the moment as she was. I released her hand and moved mine to the heated center of her thighs. Her legs spread open and I moved a finger gently up. "My pleasure crewman, Sato." Malcolm laughed at her. Grabbing the slim Asian by the waist he pulled her in deep for a kiss, running his tongue all over hers, tasting her mouth. Spinning her around abruptly Malcolm shoved her over a control console. Gazing at that sexy ass of her Malcolm privately said a prayer thanking whatever god's had conspired to get him and this physically perfect babe together on this ship."Ready or not here I cum," Malcolm laughed out loud as he shoved his cock into. Her bowels fill,as she feels herself bloat up like a balloon. Intense, but differently,strangely... as if that fullness beckons to her excitement, that begins toturn, to build again. Her body wants, needs, to be filled in its emptinessbetween her legs. This filling of her arse isn't the same thing, but somehow itconnects. Not to mention that he is now thrusting the nozzle back and forth inher arse, and it feels somewhat like... like the same thing in her vagina.Except that just as she is.