“Please what?” I answered, while stroking my cock next to Cassie’s perfect, creamy ass. “Please… can I cuuum?” “No,” I said as I thrus... myself up to hilt in Cassie’s pussy. Cassie screamed, then bucked against me, thrusting herself backwards, fully burying my hard cock in her silky, wet, hot tunnel. I felt her insides twitching, massaging my cock. “That’s it baby,” I said grabbing Cassie’s hanging tits and playing with her nipples, “Fuck me hard.” She answered with a moan and began slamming my. The strongest of truss designs have a vertical member actually dividing an equilateral triangle into two right triangles facing opposite directions. Sometimes these are called “Kingpost’ trusses. Oddly enough, your Audrey, your queen is the Kingpost in this odd relationship. Without Audrey, you and I have nothing to share and no reason to be associated with each other. Without me or someone like me, your wife will soon feel too degraded and your relationship will collapse. Without you, Audrey. “Wish me luck.”Admiral Bosch’s shuttle came down with all the Wagnerian glory of the Federated States – and that alone almost cut through the worried knot in Lou’s stomach. Searching for hours for his wife, and finding nothing but trampled grass and claw-marks where her bioforms had been, had made it abundantly clear to Lou.Beatrice simply did not want to talk to him.He had tried to take it calmly, but as the hours had turned into days, as the FSN Invisible Hand took its holding orbit above. There was a clear enthusiasm for fresh meat. He presumed there was a ship’s galley for preparing food somewhere aboard, for within a few minutes there was a smell of cooking wafting up from below.The smell started an interest in getting out plates and eating utensils, waiting for the volunteer cooks, probably the womenfolk, to bring up the newly cooked meat. John left them to it, for his need was a lot less than theirs.Later, John started quizzing the folk aboard, asking them if they knew where.