I'm making it sound hard. Planning for a long range penetration mission lasting three, four or even six months with only wilderness refueling was much...harder. As part of the festivities, Fawn had applied body paints to Babs, Becky and me—fur can be painted, too, but Silvia was decorated with ribbons and jewelry instead of paint.The main course was omelets, but side dishes included relishes, sauces, and other toppings for each. If this had been the Futile Gesture I would have simply put out. Because girls are involved, that's a GREAT deal harder to predict, even for me.Time is a strange thing - FAR stranger than humanity's best scientists currently think. Leaving most of the nature of Time to one side, because you'd never understand it anyway, I'll mention these aspects:The present is when everything happens, so maybe my breaking the restraints on "present" would stop everything happening.Consciousness is woven into the fabric of the universe, and consciousness needs a flow of time. "She got up from the table and came round to where I was sitting and sat on my knee and kissed me full on the lips. "Thank you Charlie, but I would rather have you around and remember I am your woman in this town. I too get jealous and I only have one man at a time," she said laughing.How she managed to sit on my knee with the yards of cloth and the hoops to make her hips look so wide that made up her dress I will never know. One other thing she hadn't the sour sweet smell of sweat, which Grace. "Well, mother; you'regonna get your wish today!" she stated as she guided her brother's dead bodyto lie down; his shaft sticking straight and proud. "You're going watch meride you own son's cock like the whore that I am!" Stacysaid half-groaning as she impaled herself onto her brother's stiff cock; lovingevery inch as it slid completely within her desperately clutching cunt! Stacylowered herself onto her elbows onto the carpeting covering the floor; lovingthe look on her mother's face as she.