." My sentence was broken as Mr. Carlson bent down and embraced me in another kiss. The feeling of his lips and the smell of cologne hit me again, and...I became entranced. His mouth left mine, and I looked into his steel blue eyes. "I promise I won't hurt my little girl." He ran his hand down my arm and to my bottom as he hooked it around my hip to turn me around. Without a second though I got onto my knees and presented my ass to him. My brain wasn't answering anymore, my body was. I felt like. While she sits there nude I stand next to her fondling her breasts and running my fingers through her hair and over her shoulders, aiming my stiffly swinging penis at her. My penis brushes against her breasts and she strokes my shaft, balls and the inside tops of my thighs, getting me fully erect.She falls backwards onto our bed. I join her on the bed and we're together, kissing, with my hands exploring her breasts, legs, bottom and between her legs. She wraps her leg round mine and rubs her. What the hell was I going to do? Instantly every ghost story and movie I had ever seen flashed through my brain. I had visions of midget psychics, unlicensed nuclear accelerators, and pairs of priests fending off attacks by pea soup. Actually, it was pretty funny, but it didn't help me much.It was in the midst of this mental activity that I felt a strong twinge of jealousy. I have no idea why, but I felt that I should be insanely envious of Mitsuko. It was a strange feeling, especially. Especially since Hank won’t be happy to lose his partner.”“Private Swift will move over to missile four and pair with Private Morgan. The new crewmembers will form the team for missile three,” I said.“Smart,” Sergeant Bruce said. “I’ll follow up in their quarters later.”“I should get to the galley,” I said.Sergeant Bruce stepped out of the passage and into the doorway for one of the railguns. “Go ahead. I’ll check on the gun. Although we haven’t done much since that first exercise.”“I’ll get.