"Who gives this woman to the Clan?" he called and her escort stepped forward to give the reply "I do, Chief." "And who are you?" "I am her husband and...her lover" came the reply. Sometimes the reply was husband, lover, or even, on rare occasions, father."And do you give her freely, for the Clan to do with her as they please, without let or hindrance?" "I do."At this the eyes turned again to the woman who stood so still and erect and they wondered whether she in fact realised what was going on. The chaplain, Father Michael, held the service, everyone that knew her spoke and Capt. Don ended the service. ‘…and then, and the…’ he fought through even though he was choked up, ‘… and then there was a black fade to credits!’ Amazing Grace was played all throughout the USS Bonneville as the casket was lowered into a firing bay and Capt. Don gave the order. ‘FIRE!’ The casket holding Lt. Pam’s body was shot into the coldness of space to forever rest in peace. Capt. Don, Cmdr. Mike, Lt. Solok,. She is moaning and i hate to admit it but i am wet. He has me stop, and he instructs her to do the same to me. Then i am moaning, acutely aware of His eyes on us. After a while he has her stop and finger my pussy. He asks her if i am wet and she says yes. He instructs her to put her fingers in my mouth to be cleaned. We both comply. Then he has me finger her pussy, and asks if she is wet, and she is. Then i am to put my fingers in her mouth to be cleaned. Then he instructs us to finger each. The flakes had begun coming down thickly at the end of the game and started sticking, despite the weatherman’s predictions. There was already a thick layer of several inches on the pavement and roads, cars were starting to skid and slide. However, as Danny had relied on instinct that morning, the boots he was wearing were sensible, with ridged soles so he wouldn’t lose grip in the deepening snow. He shook some snowflakes out of his mop of curly blond hair, pulled a beanie on and started.