She twitched from the jolts of pleasure still shooting through her. Her pussy was smeared with his saliva and her juices, glistening in the light. Whe... she opened her eyes and smiled at him, Sam asked, “Was it good?” “Wonderful,” Denise moaned, and then shivered as an aftershock claimed her. Sam sat up, the discomfort of lying in the same position for so long finally catching up to him. When he did, he revealed something that made Denise’s grin grow even wider. “Mmm – you’re hard again.” Her. That wasn't going to get me anywhere, so Islid out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Somewhere in my internal musings, I got the idea of chocolate in myhead. The idea blossomed into a craving and I was all out of chocolatebars. Figures. I do have a back up plan for when that happens. Whileit's not quite as good as the real deal. A tall glass of very chocolatymilk can send that craving back to wherever cravings come from. Doesanybody really know where that is? There's only one perfect. If a ship is in trouble and people need to escape, the pods will head to the nearest habitable planet so they have a chance to survive, if it does not reach a habitable planet within an hour or so, the pods put you into a cryogenic sleep and automatically wakes you when a habitable planet is found ... or you end up drifting into a sun and die ... but at least it’s a peaceful death!”“That didn’t work out so well for the crew of the Star Hunter! Maybe we should change the way our escape pods. I hope You find the day to Your liking. (I also include a pic of my morning wood for Her.) I move on to my work out. 100 pushups, 100 body squats, and a two-mile jog. Once back home, I open my laptop, I log on to HollysHottys.com and see who is online as I make breakfast. As I look over the girls online, my phone goes off. It is my Queen. She has sent me a video with my tasks to honor Her for the day. I sit and watch the video as I eat my eggs. My Queen looks stunning with Her camera focused in.