Eventually, she squirmed her way free, her cute little ass shaking back and forth in her panties with her legs still trapped in the denim.When they fi...nally came off I grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen and we made our way downstairs to the basement laundry room where everything from the bag went into the dryer.“Damnit,” she muttered.“What?”“I’m still ... Aunt Flo is still here. No dry panties, no pads.” And that was true, she was still overdressed unwilling to give up her panties in her. They felt, with good reason, the admiral admitted to himself, the fleet admiral’s place was aboard his flagship, especially when his fleet was being pursued by a superior enemy. They were right, of course, but this was something he had to do himself.The craft shivered as the pilot expertly eased into the docking collar. A solid bump heralded their arrival, and Aaron pushed himself out of his seat. There were no formal procedures about who boarded ship in what order, but the admiral was. She lay there looking up at me in shock. The loin cover around her ankles and her shiny chocolate, perfectly rounded, naked ass reflecting a combination of firelight and moonlight. She sheepishly struggled the loincloth upward and got to her knees. She was both embarrassed and irritated. "You startled me! Do you always walk into places without knocking?" “I do when I own the place and it's in the middle of nowhere!” I stammered while my eyes feasted on her form. “Do you...uh…like rabbit stew?”. He stayed still and let her stretch to accommodate him.“Just tell me when you’re ready.” He massaged her firm young tits, kissed her neck and waited.“Fuck me Ian! Fuck me now!” she growled as the feeling of a motionless cock inside her was worse than no cock at all. Ian moved his hands down to her waist and began to pump his dick into her formerly virgin fuck hole.“Oh you feel sooo fucking good Missy.” He complimented her and she loved it. “So fucking tight. You like that baby? You like that.