Then they did the original run up to 30 g's and back exercise again to prove to their subconscious minds that it was working right again.Changing cour...e. Navigating to a known waypoint. By the time we had gotten to that stage, the Station had provided us with some waypoints to practice with, basically the space version of a floating navigation buoy. If you'd ever played any of those space-fighter computer games you knew what you were supposed to do.Docking with a station. That wasn't really. ’ ‘But there’s no water nearby. We are surrounded by dry lands and dried creeks. It is so dry the buffalo have gone, so dry the buzzards don’t circle. So where is the water that will cover us?’ ‘Can you count the rain? Can you count the white man? The raindrops fall, a flood is coming.’ Inside the fort, the strange Oglala followed the White Father, silently surrendering to save his people. He walked tall, his head up in a quiet dignity, a man defeated, but not conquered, never conquered. He was. My cock was aching as I poured James a cup of coffee. The scene that I had just witnessed was so sexy, my naked wife was kissing James and his hand was on her tit.I grabbed my cell phone and loaded the camera app and, collected James’s coffee.As soon as I made my way back along the twenty-foot hallway, I saw them kissing again and once more he had his hand on her right tit.When as they heard me approaching, James moved his hand from my wife’s tit and broke from the kiss.Christy immediately. "How did you know?!" I asked incredulously, not believing what I was hearing. "I didn't see you open your eyes." "It was your cologne, Danny. It's pretty distinctive, you know. Hardly anyone wears Brut anymore," she replied, then looked at me with a demand in her eyes. "Lick me, Danny. You know you want to," she purred in a whisper. "Much obliged, ma'am," I replied with a grin, eager to taste her flowing wetness. I very slowly approached her glistening slit, and as I moved in to lap at the wet.