I took off my dirty clothes and enjoyed a warm shower. My cunt was really sore and aching…After dinner, Victor said he was tired; so he would wait f...or me in bed. I hoped he would not be in the mood for sex…I found him snoring already when I slipped inside the bed sheets close to him. I touched myself gently and realized that the dog had not actually hurt me permanently in any way. My cunt was tight again, but still a bit sore.I pushed one finger further into my slippery wet vagina. I could. "And some are really big, like Albert."She used her free hand to indicate Albert was like three or four inches longer than me, and much bigger around. That was embarrassing, and things finally started to shrink. She managed another snicker."Watch this."She used both hands to softly stroke me, and then leaned over and started to suck on one of my nipples. I went off like a well shaken, over-warm bottle of soda. I guess that I made a lot of noises and really strange faces, because when I returned. The guitar was dry on the outside by then, so I just propped it up in the corner, hoping it was going to survive the bath it had taken. As I finally sat on my bed, my mind was still swirling from the events of the incredible evening. Now it was coming to an end, since Heather had to be back home in twenty minutes.But she was mine!There were so many possibilities ... Her coming to ski ... Maybe even fly-fish. And we still had six days together, for this summer trip. Somehow, I didn’t feel the. Or a poorly armed and undefended space station.Following the Revenge were 3 boxy launch and recovery barges. The standard compliment for these was 100 fighters. That meant that at least 300 fighters were out there. The troop barges would be further out, waiting for a secure docking, or a combat docking if that was needed.I had never piloted a fighter. I could, but I lacked the fast responses needed for such a maneuverable craft. The ship was little different from an ore carrier, just smaller..