But when it was off, his hands came down and began to mash my tits."Get up," I said. I had to kneel again to open his belt and zipper. My hands began ...o pull them down when I decided there was no sense in prolonging this shit and so I grabbed his underpants at the same time. His cock, temporarily erect at a mere six inches, stared me in the face. He took it and swept it across my lips. I slapped it away and he didn't object.I got back into bed and under the covers. If he wanted it, as of course. Iactually don't feel myself very adult like in time to have my ownfamily and kids and stuff like my father and mother fifteen years ago.Maybe I'm simply like underdeveloped. I can be a little bigger and Ican have a little more muscles but I don't am so big and I don't havethose muscles and I'm more dancer than a jock. I'm not one of thosesort of late bloomers and my puberty is over. My voice was cracked forthree months last year just it ended in the same soprano as previously.I have fuzz all. . that married dear... old DAD!" Ron pushed the advance button on the tiny recording machine. "You ain't seen nothing yet!!" the female voice spit out.Ron was listening to the carefully edited tape that Erick had made during his night with Sylvie at the Cederton Hotel. Across from him sat his younger brother, Erick, also listening to the lewd tape."OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!! Erick!! Erick!!" the voice cried out, and there followed the unmistakable sounds of intense love-making: "FUCK DEEPER! FUCK DEEPER. The Embassy intel type spent several visits conversing with TJ probing each other for information and generally enjoying the professional skirmishing.One gem the Embassy officer passed was that the local politicians were resisting the demands of their CI because "Sundowner" simply could not be a spy ship because the crew were all involved in the business of entertainment and fashion — they were independent spacers who had developed a niche for themselves after that shocking treatment they had.