I slid my forefinger into her releasing more of her liquid passion onto my hand and slowly worked my finger inside her. More small sounds escaped her ...hroat, closed mouthed, as if trying to choke back the sounds of her rising passion. I added my index finger to her, and felt her respond to my touch. As I worked my finger in her I would occasionally remove my fingers and bring her juices to her clit and spread those sultry liquids around, bringing stronger responses from her. I dipped my finger. Officers like him assigned to traffic and trans system traffic control had the easiest duty. Checking on the proper shipmaster licenses for example., as no ship capable of FTL travel was allowed to be operated without a person holding a civilian shipmaster license.Not that it was hard or expensive to get one. His biggest case so to speak happened only about a month ago, when he intercepted a Meteor freighter bound from New Sweden on its way to the Yutoo system.Sure, shipmasters operating. The replicator unit was also slowing him down, but there was no way he was giving it up.At the very first opportunity he started running across rocky ground in an attempt at covering his tracks. He changed direction several times just in case whoever was following decided to simply run in a straight line when his trail ran out.When he came to a stream, David leapt from the bank and began running uphill through the water. He kept going for what must have been a mile and then kept a look out for. Her feet were pressed tightly together, flat on the floor and she parted her knees just enough to pass the gusset between them. I watched as her pink panties fell past her knee-high, regulation, white socks, to settle in a curl over her shoes, wrapped around her ankles. I felt my cock stir at the sight and I suffered a momentary panic. I was wearing loose dress trousers today, and an erection would become obvious immediately, even inside my boxer briefs. Frankly, whether she was challenging me.