” Turantawix stammered. “I ... I ... uh...”“Yes?” Vynn asked, tolerantly amused. The relationship between Navy and Mechanicus aboard ship co...ld be cordial, but it could also rapidly become quite cold and distant. Technically speaking, he was not her subordinate, nor she his superior. And yet, if they did not work together, the ship would die as surely as if the crew went to mutiny. It was that thought, helped along by his lean and youthful attractiveness, that made Vynn ponder doing more than. Troi could not help but notice the jiggle of the woman'sbreasts as she took another few paces toward the startled Star Fleet officer.Troi turned around and was about to try slipping away back down the path shehad come in order to avoid contamination of the natives but she found herselffacing another amazon of a woman.This one was a red head, but otherwisematched the other native woman in size, dress and abundant breasts.Perhaps it was because of their striking appearance that Deanna did. I’d seen her in the shower each evening and saw her hair and the occasional glimpse of the slit hidden in her fiery forest. As my hand slid inside her panties I encountered a well-trimmed patch of short hair leading me to her slit. As my finger slid along the crease I felt a slipperiness I didn’t expect. I’d read that women lubricated just before sex but I didn’t imagine it would be so slippery or so much! Kay moaned softly. She whispered, ‘Do that again.’ She took a breath. ‘Again.’ I felt. “Hey Vegas, you’re not gay are ya?” I whispered. “What?” He whispered back. “You’re not gay are you?” I repeated. “No,” Vegas whispered back. “I’m fucking horny,” I whispered. “Shut up!” Vegas replied. “No,” I replied, “I’m serious.” “Put a finger in it,” Vegas replied. “A finger won’t do,” I whispered back. I could see the bushes move in the moonlight. A young face painted in camouflage peered out and in my direction. “Who da fuck is there?” Vegas whispered. He was not more than a few.