Martin descendit lentement en frottant ses seins contre la peau de Marie-?ve et logea la verge de Marie-?ve entre ses seins mouill?s."MMMmmmmmmhhhhh! ...es seins sont divins, mon amour... suce moi... suce ma queue entre tes lolos," lui g?missa-t-elle. Martin fut on ne peu plus content d'ob?ir. Il fallu un peu plus de deux minutes de ce traitement avant que Marie-?ve se mit ? trembler. Martin savait exactement ce que cela voulait dire et se retira. "D?charge dans ma figure, b?b?! D?charge tout. In other words, I want the outer box to fall towards the artificial gravity generator. How can I make that happen? Dammit, a simple glance at Newton's Third Law of Motion: For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, shows that I can't. OK, back to some form of rocket.At least, I am limited in the amount of fuel I can take only by the limitation of the dimensions of the fuel container. A fuel container shielded from gravity and inertia could be any size; a breath of air could move. "Lighten up Garnet," Troy called back, still chuckling occasionally.Troy stayed quiet, relitively, for another three hours. To which, Garnetwas thankful for. However, just when Garnet was settling into his groove,he heard Troy call him over again."That's it!" Garnet shouted as he slammed his hand on the desk. He thengrabbed a device that was the subject of his paper. It looked like aslightly oversized tv remote, and pointed it at Troy and pushed a button.A red beam shot out and his Troy."There!. . I mean, when I write those stories I do get a bit horny, like ... Usually I just go in and jump on my husband, and he has a good time ... He knows what got me wet – and he doesn’t care so long as he gets his, like ... But, I still know what got me hot ... And, yeah ... I want to experience that and see if it feels as hot as I think it is when I write it...”“Well...” Says Kimberly, ruffling the hair on the top of Tank’s big head. “There’s only one way to find out...”Sharon smiles, stands, and.