Mrs. Fredrick rinsed out the wash cloth then cleaned me up. She continued to gently rub my pussy with just her hand. There was no hiding my arousal. M... pussy felt like it was dripping juice as Mrs. Fredrick rubbed the outside of my pussy lips.Mrs. Fredrick, kneeling before me, looked, saying, “The real way to tell is the kiss test.” She kissed the areas that were just shaved sending shivers up my spine.I moaned in delight when her kissing found my slit. I almost jumped off the edge of the tub. He loaded up the return probe data, told them what had happened, added the crystals and launched it.They got the hell off the dying ship.Glittin told Allan when she realised something was wrong, she made sure she got into the machine they loaded with a lot of gear.She had listened to the angry conversations of the crew. She realised she might have caused the disaster. According to her people’s code of ethics, she felt honour bound to help if she could. The crew directed the transporter into an. Some fucker she's trusted, once. That's painful. The cacophony of emotions begins to make a little more sense to me. There's that quivering strand of confusion running through it all - betrayal. The absolute, fundamental, world-inverting betrayal you only get when you are deceived by that which you relied upon most. Its a gut-wrenching, sickening feeling that makes me nauseous. Not nauseous enough to counteract my own sick feeling of arousal though, dammit. Shit, I can feel bile in the back of. As I worked my way down to her pussy, I thought that any minute I was going to wake up, cause this must be a dream, but no I didn’t so I continued kissing her lovely smooth skin and played with her hard nipples, I reached her pussy and started to lick her all over and when I put my tongue on her sweet spot she screamed “FOR FUCKS SAKE DON’T STOP” I duly obliged and kept rolling my tongue in and around her pussy for what seemed like an eternity.Mina meanwhile was Cumming like a freight train all.