Now get on the bed, I gets undressed & climbs on with her my hands on her tit & I'm kissing her, I moves down to suck her tits making her nipple big &...hard putting my hand between her legs feeling her fanny starting to finger her she getting wet now so I goes down to lick her cunt, no she says I've never let anybody do that, what not your husband, no she says, well lets just try it see if you like it, I starts to lick her cunt lips god she says you are making me wet, yes I says I'm going to. But, now. She was looking at me as if she'd seen a ghost, or perhaps a vampire."What is it, Ellie? Just tell me!" I'm an artist," she said, suddenly. It was a statement from out of nowhere, and seemingly a non sequitur of the first order."An artist?" I'm studying something practical in college -- well, it's not really practical. It's kind-of artsy-fartsy, and it won't qualify me for anything in the job market... I'm studying American Literature... But I have a Fine Arts minor. I'm a painter.... A minute later, she wiped, stood, and walked to the ship's small lounge / kitchen, suddenly very hungry.She approached the food station. "Computer, I want a bowl of olives."There was a soft whirring, then the computer responded. "Would you like black olives or green olives?" I don't care," she said. A panel in the station opened and a small bowl of green olives came out.Brianna took them to a table and popped them into her mouth one at a time, cooing with pleasure as she swallowed each salty. He lifted his head up to look at Tanya and could tell she was looking past him.William was still deep in the fog of desire for Tanya, so he casually turned his head to see what she was looking at. He saw coach Nolan standing no more than 10 feet from him ... watching the both of them.William scrambled up from his knees, moving away from Tanya. He was staring at the coach, his mouth working, but no sounds were coming out. His brain had locked up, completely terrified that he was about to be.