..how about..Spaghetti!" Celia thought to herself and put it in the microwave. When it was finished, she put cooler spaghetti sauce on it from the ref...rigerator and brought it to him at perfect temperature.Andrew took the food and looked at it. "Listen, bitch I am not five years old. Lay on your back where a whore belongs, I have a surprise for you anyways." Celia layed on her back with her cunt in the air. Andrew took the spaghetti and pushed it in her vagina. Hearing the airbubbles and sloppy. .. However I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. The next day I went back to play and the photos did not appear. So I decided to search. I never thought it was so easy!Ever since that day, my main goal every afternoon after school was to wait for the time when I could be alone on the computer. I was hooked from the beginning. I became obsessed with photos and videos of male genitalia I remember I used to love masturbating watching men flashing their erections, masturbating and. . as they have."Jennifer was fully aware of the role of social politics in her world, and he was right about that. Since she was here, she needed to engineer it so that the others thought she was like-minded. If not, she'd have to watch her back like a hawk."I thought you came here for sex," said Jennifer."Mark is our unofficial leader, at least when it comes to these birthday parties. I guess he and Brandi go way back. That's him standing behind her over there at the table. Anyway, I gather. " And destroy one of my own merchant vessels?"Watts shakes his head, a wry smile playing across his lips, and leans into his communicator."Helm. Set a course to rendezvous with the Mercator, Comms, put them through."On the wall, the image of the Captain of the Mercator appears, a craggy and sunburned face, grizzled and scarred, with two ice-blue eyes."Captain Lund of the MSV Mercator." Captain Watts of the MSV Barbarossa."With a rumble the engines ignite, and slowly I feel the grip of the.