Mr. Johnston’s wife, his widow…" his mother said and then sniffled, trying to hold back more tears.Brad let out a long sigh, ensuring that he kept...a hand over the front of his pants as he stood up."Ok, mom. Can we go after that?" he said annoyed."Brad! Show some respect," she said and sniffled again wiping her nose with the worn tissue in her hand.Brad rolled his eyes and said, "Sorry, mom," he said as he felt his boner twitch as he caught another glimpse of Cindy out of the corner of his. I couldn't speak. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her left boob. "You know, I've been watching you at your games. When you sacked the shit out of that quarterback, went to the sidelines and ripped off your jersey and the end of the game. I've wanted you for a long time." I couldn't breathe. I absolutely couldn't believe that my wildest dream was about to come true. She leaned over and kissed me with passion. I went along. She reached for my zipper and began taking off my pants. I sat down. "the sweep!" Pete blurted, jumping out of his bunk and hitting his head on the overhead compartment.A few minutes later they were both dressed and in the bridge, huddled over the navcom's console."Okay, its not our engines," Pete said. "Too big for that." Maybe its what ran into us and chopped them off?" Ross asked."Maybe, but I don't think so," Pete answered. "Big enough, and if the preliminary readings are accurate, dense enough, but its not moving fast enough. In fact, its pretty close to. When I touched her boobs, she asked me to fuck her. So, I thought why not let you fellows enjoy her as well”, Girish explained.“Wow, what a slut!”, guy fucking me exclaimed.He fucked me for 15 minutes and came inside me. I was once again left exhausted.“At least untie me and give me some water to drink”, I requested.Girish picked a bottle from his car and poured water into my mouth. Looking at my almost strengthless body, he untied me. I laid on the bonnet as it is. My arms wide and legs.