Any order that did not make enough sense given our situation were usually subject to "interpretation" ... and I could thank the AIs for backing up my ...interpretation once I explained how reality had to trump the thinking—or lack thereof—of those above me on the food-chain.Orders may flow down-hill, just like shit does, but seldom, if ever, does reality flow the other way.I had already reached the conclusion that body counts were not a useful datum in reports, unlike the REMFs who keep asking for. She was still banged up from the Death run. A gentle bout of lovemaking ensued, then she curled up in a hole Einstein would be proud of, basically on top of me, and we fell asleep with alarms set. (Gravity wells and space time bending I meant, sheesh. Get your head out of the gutters, why don’t you?)The household, those that were up, enjoyed Kate’s early morning pancakes the next day. “Are you ready for your press conference?” Nat, not one to get up too early, asked sleepily while chewing on a. Trish was breathing hard, but she said she could feel him swelling inside her wet cunt.I told her his knot was the size of a small tangerine and getting bigger. Trish suddenly moaned; she could feel Sinbad coming deep inside her.I was still on all fours fascinated by seeing my nice dog’s cock buried deep in my girlfriend’s pussy. I suddenly felt Jethro’s hands on my butt. He had moved up behind me as I was busy assisting his girlie.I was very exposed in this position and he was going to take. When they kissed when parting she’d place a hand around his erection or half-erection instead of just pressing her thigh against it. That should fire his engine and perhaps he’d invite her over after dinner. Jeff was late and Amber was half-tempted to begin fingering herself when Jeff came to the fence and said hi and had a young woman with him. God she’d teased him and had held him off for too long and now he’d found some hot babe. ‘Hi Jeff,’ she managed to say brightly. ‘This is Kaye.’ ‘Hi.