Peckerwood and working next to such a handsome, sexy man. She parted her legs hooking them over the edge of the tub and wishing it was bigger. Her han...d rested on the top of her thigh as she closed her eyes and began fantasizing about him...She is at her desk, typing up some sort of report when he walks in. He looks amazing as always but this time he has a certain look in his eyes... like the look of a hungry wolf on the hunt. He locks eyes with her and she can't look away. He comes closer, ever. Leaning forward she raised her charcoal to her paper and began to sketch him just as she had imagined – throbbing dick and all. Suddenly a deep voice broke the silence, ‘Sorry, uh… is uh…’ Leela whirled around, quickly reaching to close her sketch pad. Damon stood at the door, his words lingering in the air as he seemed to forget what he intended to say. His eyes glanced behind her at the sketch pad. She pleaded in her head, hoping he hadn’t seen her sketch, or worse actually recognize the. She took a quick glance at Michael before kneeling to down to look at the Commander's leg.David was returning to collect Jackson as she sighed. "He needs a pod."The commander growled, but I merely nodded. "I think they all do," I said. "Unfortunately the pods are full right now with the more seriously hurt. Can you make him comfortable until a pod opens?"Bren nodded, as Jackson was lifted from the gurney and carried deeper into the medical bay. She gently maneuvered the commander so he could. You didn't answer my question with words, but instead, you held out your hand to help me up. Once I was standing up you gently pushed me up against a nearby tree.'Spread your legs,' you said in a low tone. I did as you said. With my dress still held up and my legs spread showing you my soaked panties, I must have looked like a common whore.You pressed yourself against me and kissed me deep and passionately. I felt your hand move to my wet panties and you began rubbing my pussy through the warm.