I shook my head, implying I would be good.He nodded and let me suck him off without as much force. I could feel itbuilding up until finally he pulled ...is cock out and held my face under it.I felt the wet sticky warm substance that I was all too familiar with, hitmy face. My eyes, my nose, my lips, even my hair, were covered in hissemen. I couldn't help but sob. I was humiliated. This disgusting perverthad just sprayed cum on me and I couldn't do anything about it. It stung myeyes, and the smell. We did this for fifteen or twenty minutes. The beer had given me a nice relaxed feeling. Mellow. Not anything like last fall when I got stinking drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing. I felt great."Penny, do you want another drink?" I asked."Um, No. I think I've had enough." I think one more beer would be alright for me. Let's go to the kitchen." I said. My manhood was painfully trapped in my pants. I needed relief soon.I poured myself a cup of beer. I drank it as we walked back to the living. Clearly, since the gunner who had last night off was in Garth’s crew, it would be Jen’s crew with the night off tonight. The Commander would likewise put his two men from last night in the section that was staying aboard tonight.Meanwhile, while the two sections were getting organized, Filo and I would get ready to pay each man going ashore for the night. Letting them know that they weren’t getting paid until they were walking off the ship, and that they weren’t walking off the ship until the. Muir hadn't fastened his harness properly and the sudden stop threw him against the interior hard enough to scramble his gray matter. Silvie Klein was luckier, though she did take a blow to the head. The awful cacophony of the crash faded from her ears leaving only the ticking of heated metal cooling under the forest canopy. She passed out, for how long she didn't know.The odor of spilled fuel slowly brought her out of the fog of concussion but left her with a fierce headache. She checked.