Scratch that—she was a good woman. The most desirable woman in the galaxy. My nausea and vertigo were still with me but I was too full of Ashley to ...otice them. I looked into Ashley's eyes and my head swam. The rest of the universe went away. We kissed. I was a rutting animal, kissing and licking and sucking her lips, her neck, her breasts. We were copulating on the floor in full view of the rest of the crew. A part of me noticed that there were four of them. They were not important. They were. I told him that I am going to take bath and you finish up my room till that, and before entering the bath room I kept my bra and panty on the bed so that he can notice them and I dint took my towel with me. After 10 min I opened my bathroom door a bit and saw him as I guessed he was playing with my bra, I called him and told him to pass me towel, he immediately dropped my bra and came near the door to pass me towel, to tease him a bit I opened the door little more so that he can enjoy my nude. Mine could be a Sally; then I could hum, “Ride, Sally, Ride,” during sex. Or Maryanne, and thus it would be known as, “So Long, Maryanne.” This naming process always seemed ridiculous to me. One girl I knew had named her ex-boyfriend’s penis, Arthur, which could sum up images of either Excalibur or a somewhat shabby brown dressing gown. My cock is what I would call an accordion cock. Not that it can play such jigs as An Jenem Tag or Zorba’s Tanz but it has the remarkable ability to remain. But, I wish to stress it is a fictional story. My only aim here was to use cognitive ease to my advantage. I have tried it in smaller doses before too. But this is the first complete attempt.‘Fantasy’ is what I would be calling this series. It will feature a group of independent scenarios. The works under this title will not be a direct part of the universe I have been trying to create. The characters mentioned in this plot may, however, feature in future submissions under this title, but.