On the other hand, the internal structure of the ship could be changed as necessary by the maintenance robots. If there was something we did not like,...there was no big deal to changing or modifying it to fit what we would like better. The computer promised to warn us if any of our proposed changes would have a negative effect on the ship's structural integrity. That was the only limiting factor to keep us from doing anything we wanted.That information was enough to keep us where we were now. .............That's what this is. It's called a saw horse. Joiners use them to cut wood on. David converted it for me. So let fuck this horse together.”With that she grabbed Charlotte's rope harness and pulled themselves together. They kissed each other like there was no tomorrow. She twisted Charlotte's harness until her tits were almost blue. Charlotte liked that. It hurt so good. She needed her tits tortured. She wanted the pain. She wanted sex. She wanted to fuck..............They were both. When she shampooed her tits rippled. After she dried off her skin glowed. She picked out a dark blue blasé and white slacks. She wasn’t really fussy about her clothes but she liked to look neat and trim. She thought about making a lunch but decided to ask her husband. They had different tastes so they usually ate at a local restaurant where they served a variety. She looked a the hard rain falling and knew they would have to stay home. Cooking was not her favorite thing. She wasn’t a very good. Critiquing it? Maybe. Enjoying it? Definately. Her breasts were not large, but nice, firm. She turned looking at her ass in the reflection, once again not large, but firm. She let her bra drop to the floor, concentrating on every detail of her body. Looking at her shoulder in the reflection she notices some very small very faint freckles sprinkled across her skin. They match the ones that are ever so slightly sprinkled across her nose. Angel Kisses she had heard them called. They didn’t bother.