"We got some questions for you too."Susan watched them pulling chairs up to the rickety wooden table that stood in the corner away from the fireplace,...and preparing for what evidently was to be an extremely important meeting. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of conflict between Duke and the man who had just arrived. Duke had greeted him with a cold reserve that she hadn't noticed he possessed before. He could be cruel, yes, but the reserve was. Most men are nice and make sure we enjoy having their shafts and seed inside us. I have been hostess to men of many colors and sizes and ages. I have felt the hard shafts and hot juice of young boys and old men. It is an honor that they desire to be naked with me and put forth the energy it takes to shoot their baby seed deep inside. Some women have few visitors to their beds. I sometimes feel I am too desirable!I like the variety and think I would get bored with coupling if it was only with my. Since close proximity wasn’t working, I took a couple of steps back to try from three point land. With my back against the wall I let my cock point upward in the hope I could arc a stream of piss into the bowl. I managed to launch a few spurts that arced toward the toilet. Each time though, before I could adjust my aim into the bowl the flow ended. I bet there are eighty year old men that could maintain a steadier stream. It was about then that Chelsea chimed in, “Just so you know, you better. We still need to verify by searching the engine room, but I believe this was a ruse. The General and Tarra were never on this ship. It was a wild goose chase meant to draw the Didgeridoo away from the moon and Ragnor." Wait ... James, Tarra is not dead on the bridge?" Luke's voice quickly interjected."No. The bridge is deserted. Unless they were in the engine room when it decompressed they are most likely still alive — just not on this ship. The dive towards the gas giant was probably meant to.