Well at least she was attired for the part and thank Dios, no wait; thank Dieu that she had had the forethought to get dressed early. Her dress was a ...emon, silk brocade with a form-fitting bodice. Lace flowed abundantly from the square neckline cut low around her shoulders and 3⁄4 length sleeves. The full skirt floated over a stuffed pad roll along her hips, making her waist look tiny. "Very c'est le dernier cri," she told herself.Her long hair she wore loose flowing down her back and was a. More little wiggles and more smiles. THEN a big old kiss over the shoulder, her eyes are closed. I watched her shirt move up a little while she moved to kiss me. The GUY watched this and stopped talking. He is smiling a lot, and watching close. I continue to kiss her and moved one hand slowly(as always to give her time to stop me) around the inside of her shirt. The other hand is now working a little down low, he is watching this with lust. I now need to make a decision, how far will this. ”“All right ensign. It looks as if you’re off the hook.” He hesitated and then went on. “Just so you know and don’t start any disturbing rumours, a fault in a Darjee AI like this is almost unprecedented.“Four of the pods swapped into the ship in its last exchange were apparently gathered from a batch that had been in orbit around a mothballed supply planet for centuries. Evidently time and system and cosmic radiation can degrade even Darjee technology because one began behaving erratically soon. I want you to put a baby in me. To own me completely!” I yell out.He grips my hips hard and starts fucking me harder. I start to spasm on his big daddy cock, biting my bottom lip.“Fffucckkking yyesss!” I scream out, feeling his dick pulsing inside me, knowing he's going to make me into a mess. He slams into me deeply. I feel him jerk and spasm.“Oohhh fuck! Take it, Princess, take all of me.”I feel spurt after spurt of his cum in me. For a few moments, we're both coming off this soul-shaking.