You know the pass-code, please provide pass-code."I was stumped, I didn't know what to think, and the ship was now in my head. It was thinking thought... to me that only a federation officer should be able to do.I thought, "I need a hint?"The Vargon ship replied, "You are telepath. You need only ask for reset of pass-code, and then give me a new code."'What the hell was this?' I thought.I gave up, shrugged my shoulders and thought "Reset. New pass-code is..." I paused and tried to come up with. Her hands were tearing at my belt and unsnapped my jeans and pulled my 8” hard cock out and was manipulating it to end all. I thought wellllll lets see how she likes this and I began to edge myself down from her lips to her nipples again, then along her stomach. I traced my lips and tongue all over her stomach and into her curly brown pussy hair. The aroma was erotic as hell. Her legs spread and bent at the knees as I positioned myself between her legs..I could see her face in the semi. It was tossing a large roostertail of foam from an overworked and improperly adjusted outboard motor, and it was loaded with what appeared to be a mixed crowd of college-age students, the male contingent clad in trunks, the female counterpart in bikinis, most of them waving beers as they passed. I don't know where they got the power for it, but a rock-crushing level of hip-hop music blared over the straining outboard's grinding whine.I wished them past me. I wanted my solitude. I knew that soon. Nice" But what about when you're... you know..." What?" When your cock gets... *giggles* you know... hard!" No, it still just feels nice, it stretches and kind of... tents... around me"More giggling from the girls, and now they move closer to him for a better look, their eyes on the bulge in the crotch of his pantyhose. They start gently stroking the nylon covering his thighs and bum, and his bare torso, and he groans in pleasure. He starts to become aroused, causing the material to stretch to.