A leather sash with an intricate clawed hand hanging from it grasping what appeared to be a pink transparent marble. Whenever he had shown it to anyon... they had just waved it off as an ornament of some kind.It didn’t really matter to him that much what it was. To him it had a great deal of sentimental value since it was proof that not everything was worth stealing. It had absolutely no purpose other than the fact that it looked nice and if he were to ever get hit in that exact spot with an. Using the shuttle had meant that "Naseby" completed her fitting out before her squadron mates. The crew drafts had been called for in anticipation of this and "Naseby" was cleared for working up trials. Morg and TJ were able to catch up on some rest as the assault shuttle was not called for during evolutions not being in the TO&E and no one was telling the assessors of her presence — the First made sure their pinnaces and run abouts berthed at the personnel hatches and when Boat Bay evolutions. Patrick was unsure as to whether he should be doing anything but Amala solved that problem by announcing, "I am going to relieve this stiffness of yours, and then you will be able to go a long time when we fuck," as she took Patrick's rigid cock in her hand.She wanked him hard and fast and she shrieked and giggled when his spunk shot high in the air and splattered on his chest, stomach, and pubic hair. Amala then lay next to him and they kissed as Patrick's hands ran over the mature woman's. "I'M GONNA CUM SOON IF YOU KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT!" But right then, I hear a door slam downstairs. The signal!Vivian -- lost in the mental haze of the d**g -- doesn't even hear the noise. She just keeps bucking her body back onto my cock. Impatiently wanting to cum."Oh God, David, I think I might actually cum with your cock fucking my ass! I'm almost there!" Vivian? Did you hear that noise downstairs?" I ask, playing dumb, as I slow up the pace of our fucking."W- w- what?" she stutters."Shit!".