The desire to moan became even greater as his mouth found my nipples again. It was almost too much. I rode him slowly at first until I found a semi-co...fortable position. I ended up sitting on him, but facing away from him, down at the pulpit. From that angle, I rode him as hard as I could. Well, almost as hard. If I went too fast or too hard, the pew started to squeak. It felt way too fucking good. It was the perfect angle for me and him. I could feel my orgasm growing and by the way he was. But remember: al Gatar is off limits. Al Gatar is classified. They are already considering declassifying it, so it should come off the list. But not yet. Soon, maybe.’ For two years Major Marx had steered me through a pseudo-legal system of innuendo, implication, half-truth, and exhaustive restatement, threat, cynicism, and frustration. Two years repeating the same story, recounting the same action on the same day, over and over while my interrogators looked for a flaw, for a changed word or. I crept down into the kitchen totally forgetting I had a raging boner and had cotton shorts that looked like a teepee. I got into the kitchen and there making a cup of tea was my mums friend Patricia who was in her 60s. Now Patricia was in her 60s about a size16 with 46jj saggy boobs and her nipples were about an inch wide and stuck out over an inch I'd always noticed them as they always used to stick out to the point you could even see them pointing through a wooly jumper.Patricia turned round. Are you a Jedi." You ask. "I am." I answer. "And, now it is my turn. Who are you? How did you get here? I can see you are a Kath by race, but of what planet?" "I am Neko Saphire, and I come from the planet of Kathent." You answer me. "I got here on the carrier that had arrived just three days ago. I got left in the cargo hold when I was supposed to get off on the planet of Dantooine." "So, you were a stow-away?" I ask. "Yes." I go and get the pot of tea and pour two cups. I give.