”“George?” He knew that pilots in the RAF during the War called the autopilot ‘George’, but was a little surprised to hear the word from a y...oung woman.“Just finished reading ‘Enemy Coast Ahead’,” she said. “It’s as good a name as any, don’t you think?”“Sure. How are we doing?”“GPS says thirty-two miles overnight. We’re up to five knots just now. Edinburgh’s about a hundred miles that way,” she waved vaguely to port. “Forecast is steady five to six west-south-west.” She fiddled with the sizzling. By this time my well-trained cock had hardened up and by the time I removed my shorts it was standing out stiff, a bead of clear ooze emanating from the slit.She always started by fondling my balls with her fingers, gently rolling the eggs in their sack, her fingertips stroking them and this invariably produced dribbles of gooey precum, that hung from my cock like silken threads….All the while I would be slipping my fingers into her vagina, enjoying the slippery hot tightness of her forbidden. “We use similar signals on other bands for our location buoys.”“Why is this the first we have heard of it?” The Queen asked. She frowned and glared at Feraldus.“We didn’t mention it and the doctors didn’t mention it because it was of no great import to any of us. We simply saw it as part of the illness. The signal was stronger than any that we previously encountered but we knew he was a powerful Emperor. Most lose all telepathic ability while sick, the Emperor did the opposite. The doctors told. Flick. Flick. Flick.She thrust her hips forward, desperate for just a little more. A little more ? Just a little more, she was almost there! Flick. She felt tears of frustration well up in her eye. Flick. Her entire body was telling her it’s time to cum, and she felt like she was just one elusive inch away from the biggest orgasm of her lift. Flick. ?Mmmmpppphhhhhh!!!!!!? Jackie bellowed into her gag.Ding!The blond smiled in victory, as the redhead confidently took her place. Jackie’s pleading.