Then a greeting, "Hey Sean, what ya got here? Doing an interview for the next house pet?" Sean's answer was a bit muffled but it was basically, 'Yes.'...As the guy approached, I continued riding Sean. Tightening on his cock with each flex up, relaxing as I rode back down his shaft. Up, tight, down, loose. Over and over. Since our visitor showed no interest in departing, I assumed he was enjoying the show. Sean then placed his hands on my hips and by way of introduction said, "Hank, EZ. EZ, Hank.". MaybeI'm seeing her life during the times that we were the same age, maybe I'mto meet her when I get to Florida." That thought warmed me greatly.The next image came into the mirror. It was me again, sleeping. It wasodd because I was sleeping on my back, which I never do, I always need tobe on my side or stomach. I got a view from further away."Wait, it's a casket" I yelled. "I'm dead!" Two guys started to close thecasket. "No wait! I can't be dead, I can't! I haven't even met the girlfrom my. Yes, follow me.I take her to the spare bedroom. She has not seen it yet. When I open the door I show her it is not just the spare bedroom. It is my play room. Next to the bed is a fuck bench. It is a padded bench with an padded extension out the front for her to lay her forehead on with a shackle that goes around her neck. On either side of the front legs about halfway up are two more small padded areas to lay her forearms on with shackles again to go around her wrists. On the back for her legs. ”Most of the crew were over seventy now. Many of us were not in good health. Some of us actually were looking forward to death. The Captain and I were still mentally sharp because of all our work trying to make the colony self-sufficient and preparing our defenses., but our bodies were beginning to wear out. Both of us missed being able to rock a girl’s world. The Captain felt he had a duty to live and command if it was possible in order to protect us. Of course, I wanted to lend my skills and.