" What difference does it make?" Maxwell asked philosophically. "We could easily have been killed a year ago when we were stormed by that trillionaire...'s arsenal of missiles. If your friends, the Holy Coalition, had succeeded in overrunning the Intrepid we'd have been tortured and roasted alive rather than killed. You saw what they did to each other. What would they do to us?" They weren't quite my friends," said Emmanuel as he grasped his husband's erect penis on the bed where they lay. "But. He half opens his eyes, and in that semi-awake state before full consciousness comes is aware only of his rigid penis and his urgent desire to assuage the feeling. The sight of the curve of her back, the valley between chest and hip, only inflames his passion and slowly his hand goes to stroke his rigid organ. Wanting more than a quick release, he slides across the bed, closer to her back, hoping that his movement and his closeness alone will communicate itself to her without him having to wake. We pulled us together and kissed as the warm water flowed over us, making us stimulated more and more. We closed our eyes and kissed softly, letting our tongues slide across each other lips, then in our hot mouths to explore more. Our fingers slipped down to our pussys and glided up and down our slits. We let our other hands fingers slide down our ass cracks, just entering slightly. We felt our back holes and let our finger dance around the entrance with just a slight insertion, enough to give. He did warn the girls not to become pregnant if they wanted to keep flying. If they did, they would be grounded until after the baby was weaned. At that time, they could return to flying if they wanted to (Doug expected that they all would want to return to flying).Training began in earnest the day after Doug had taken Warthog #1 up for a thorough wringing out. The plane only had two engines, but these were larger than the pulse jets used on Kitty Hawk, so the heavier plane still performed.