‘You kinky little bitch’, I thought. “Emma…” my dad gasped and she half opened her eyes. “I’m about to cum!” he said between his grunt...s and one of her hands slipped off his arse and found its way between his legs, her fingers rubbing his crack and to my great horror, I could see what I thought one of them digging inside his arse hole. His grunts turned into half screams and she began retching from the force of his ramming inside her throat. I knew he was cumming, just as I knew that this was my. Someone with my body language was more likely to punch him than to relax. He got lucky.I finally calmed down enough to fill him in. I stood waiting for him to curse my parents along with me but, of course, he stood there and thought about it."Very clever," he said almost with admiration."What the hell are you talking about?" I asked with no admiration whatsoever."He's going along with the wedding; letting you marry the guy he doesn't approve of. He's going to cover all the costs and he doesn't. My first morning back at RAF Lyneham, they seemed intent on putting me through my paces. I discovered why after lunch when I was summoned to the Squadron Leader’s office.“Ah, Finnley, sit, sit. You’ve been with us eight months now, excluding your summer jaunt. How would you say you’re progressing?”That put me on the spot, having to try and avoid babbling like an idiot. “I’d say I feel very comfortable in my job, sir. The Herc isn’t that different to the BAC 1-11 I fly for BCal, so it feels like. . firing.” The rail-guns used a lot of juice, and someone, someplace had placed visual cues by having the lights dim when they fired. No one could find the code to remove it and the AI said it was not authorized to do so. The flickering lights were the least popular ‘feature’ of the old Patrician class.The special chaff rounds were small canisters of metal-coated Mylar ribbons that were accelerated to thirty thousand meters per second before they burst. It took the missiles thirty seconds to.