The taste of ashes weighted his tongue. He followed the carefully regimented routine designed to bring his body back to full capacity. Nutrients went ...nto his stomach, he answered the questions the computer posed. As the lids of the other capsules began to open, Captain Kensington pushed his way out of the module. The memory had left him horny. And bitter. And sad. He touched the access control next to the door leading into the command module. The door opened. A moment later, another touch had. She could never put her finger on why. It was always clear that Sian wasn’t a girly girl. She was the only trainer that Bridget had seen who had a nose ring. It wasn’t big but the circular loop through a nostril was noticeable. But today was the first time that Bridget noticed that she had a tattoo. Those weren’t unusual, but this one was high on Sian’s upper arm so it was normally covered by the workout shirt all the trainers wore. As Sian walked by, Bridget saw that it was a stylized open. I swear he was made for me. He whispers to me as he fucks me. "Your so tight baby. You feel so good. I love this pussy, this is my pussy." I agree and claim ownership of his dick. "You know that's your pussy baby. My dick was made for her. No other dick could fill her up and find the right spots baby." He begins groaning in time with his thrusts and his ass cheeks clench under my hands, signaling to me that he is going to cum, and hard. I thrust my hips up to meet his thrusts, making him slam. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, but his soft moan let the fellatrix know he was alert and happy about what she was doing. For his part, he tried to guess the identity of his benefactor.Dave had reached a state of solid fulfillment and then some and was thinking about a morning fuck when he finally cranked one eye open and looked down his body. He smiled. “Good morning, mom.”“Good morning, Davey.”Dave pulled the older woman up his body until she was situated with her manicured cunt.