As usual. At the conclusion of the class, all the guys, Mr. Crete included, headed to the locker room, stripped naked, and hit the showers. Chad was f...rst man in and first man out. As usual, Mr. Crete took his time and was the last one out of the showers. Mr. Crete finished his shower, grabbed his towel, and dried off. He headed back to his locker that he usually kept open and started to dress. Except that something was missing. Where did he put his underwear?He checked the hooks in his locker.. It ended with a view of the bridge with Sarah’s Clan at their stations.“I have seen scenes of Dóchas’ hangar before,” said Douglas one of the correspondents, “but I find it difficult to believe it is real.”“You’re looking for some kind of suit or air lock, aren’t you?” said Earl. Douglas nodded. “I can relate to your doubts. I had similar ones before I visited there. I don’t know how they do it but the pictures are real.”“Putting it simply,” added Claudette, “we establish an environmental. Pleasure spilled through my body. I moaned my joy into my sister's sloppy cunt as I slid the anal beads' tip around the MILF's asshole.I found her crack.“Now go down,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, Zoey, lower! Lower!”I moved the tip down as my body trembled. My tongue fluttered through her folds, licking up more of the salty jizz pouring out of her cunt along with her sweet cream. Melody grabbed my big boobs, squeezing them as I moved the anal beads.“Right there!” gasped Melody. “Oh, no, you moved. I winced at the bright light as I struggled to look through the hole and I saw an old man being wheeled along in his wheelchair. I though about how, despite his age and disability, at least he doesn't have to worry about preserving his freedom. Soon I saw another person walking by, then another, then another. I could tell that there was a game starting soon. Feeling trapped, I knew that I had no choice but to patiently wait it out. Once the town was quietly sleeping I would be able to creep.