“Son,” I said firmly. “I’m not even sure there is a code about disrespect to an officer, but you need to get back to your home and sober up. Y...u aren’t fit for duty.”“Duty? Who cares. Captain Prescott only demands that we finish the sleep training by the end of next week. I have thirty hours of training in loading the rail guns, and nine days to complete it,” the kid said.Tatyana growled. I raised my left hand and covered her mouth as I pushed her down the hallway and away from the insulting. She came in shortly after wearing a flannel night shift, open to the third button, her cleavage beckoned my eyes, her legs were bare from mid-thigh. My daughter and I were still feeling the effects of the wine, we were sobering slowly, but still drunk enough to continue what we started on the beach. I was sitting on the sofa, she stepped to face me, close enough I could touch her. I felt up her leg, under the nightgown, and found panties covering her crotch. That she let me feel her up. Quick was just such a person and I would like to get to know her better but hesitated to approach her because of the vast difference in our station and ages. Finally, I gathered my nerve and ventured to address her with an inquiry that did not seem overly familiar or lacking in grace."Mrs. Quick, how nice to run into you in the market engaged in the mundane chores of managing a household. I have seen you at the church many times but I am afraid I do not sing well enough to be in the choir. The. I looked down my row, and already men’s staffs were indeed rising…I looked at my own, and it was following suit, almost painfully. I badly wanted to stroke it, as I had so many times beneath the covers of my bed, or in the woods. My body was at its erotic peak, wearing powerfully to spread its seed, and I could see that my companions were most likely the same as me — virgins.Countess Mila reclined in her tub, spreading her legs wide, revealing the dripping flower of her sex. I was overcome by.