It was a purely precautionary protocol - there had never been a documented case where a passenger or crew member of a military vessel got tossed durin... maneuvers, but there was an infinitesimally small possibility that power diverted to weapons or shields could affect the inertial damping enough to allow personnel to be jostled, so every pilot in every shuttle gave the warning every time before going into battle.All flights, Moira sent, on my mark, commence execution of attack plan Charlie One. Maybe they were doin' it. But I didn't think so. I mean, if they wanted to do it, why couldn't Dave have slept in there with her, last night? But at least they weren't arguing, or hollering at each other. I wished that they were in there, doin' it, but I knew they probably weren't.After a while, here comes Emily in a terrycloth robe, and she's smiling up a storm, heading for the bathroom, so I guess whatever was going on with the two of them, they weren't fighting about it. At least, not any. I reached underneath and found my pussy and began to rub myself closer to orgasm. The sound of a passing car added tension with the thought of being discovered and to the eroticism of being taken in the bright Colorado sun. Officer Ellis continued to pump me, fucking me hard and deep, each thrust seeming to go deeper into my aching cunt. My own hand was helping to build me to climax“Fuck! Are you tight! I hear him exclaim.Officer Ellis is still using my breasts as his handles. That thought. Her roommate let me in, and I let her know the plan. “I want to give her a little scare.” I said. So I waited in her room until I heard the front door open and close before hiding in her closet. Her door opened and I heard two voices. One of them was hers and the other was a man’s, a deep voice, a strong voice. Through a crack in the walkin closet I could see a good portion of the room. I didn’t see them, but I heard them kissing. I heard her grunting and I heard his belt buckle coming undone..