”“Favourite position?” asked Trudi.“Cowboy.”“Mine too.” She pushed me back on the bed, unwrapped a condom from the bedside table and rol...led it onto me. “I’m clean and on the pill, but just in case.” I was feeling ashamed that I was taking advantage of all three of my neighbours. A feeling that was replaced with lust when Trudi lowered her cunnie onto my erection. I could see the entire action. My todger slipping between Trudi’s folds; her trimmed bush in the shape of a heart; proved that she is. "A lot of people milling around inside the ship. And the overheads are not amenable to easy access. In "Betime", the overheads are all protected by close mesh grills to prevent passengers pushing rubbish and other things into the ducts. You could get in via the main enviro but you'd have to come out that way."{Yacht is the same. We sit on grill for convenience — out of way. Bert, show him.}Bert handed TJ what looked like a uniform tunic button sized turtle's carapace with a large opening at one. "Please don't get him mad. Just do what he says. Okay? Please, honey." Okay, Mom, I'm sorry."Reverting back to my disguised voice, I said, "Now that that's settled, get your fuckin' clothes off ... Timmy."After I stripped naked I continued in my disguised voice, "Look at that hard-on. Oh yeah, April, you can't see. Take my word for it; it's hard and sticking straight up. I think you should be a kind mother and relieve your son. Timmy, your mother is going to give you a blow-job. April, one last. “How do you know I’m not going to have an abortion?” she asked.“Because if you were, you would have said ‘I’m going to have an abortion, ‘ instead of ‘I’m pregnant.’”She was speechless again.“Maybe I’m wrong,” he said, looking like he was interested in the possibility. “But I’m sure you would have at least told me by now, if that was what you’re planning. You’re too independent to keep something like that to yourself.”Her mind twisted. His reasoning was sound, but it went against her own.