Her chest heaved as she experienced something new and incredibly thrilling. As he sucked on her little pink pussy, she gave a small cry and felt her i...nsides convulsing. She shuddered as he continued to move his tongue around, making her more and more sensitive. Then he stood up, wiping his chin and grinning slightly. She stared at the ceiling and heard him pulling down his zipper. She looked down and saw him stroking his long cock, staring at her. Somewhat-crazed, she put her hand on her pussy. As I set up the equipment, I would take my time to watch the cheerleaders stretch, tumble, and go through their usual routines in their very skimpy uniforms. Yep. College cheerleaders made me horny. And no cheerleader turned me on more than Becca. Becca had the perfect double Ds. Her legs were long, and her tan was natural. She was a real blonde with dazzling brown eyes. Her ass was so big and so round that her cheeks typically hung out of whatever she was wearing. And I knew for a fact. His orders were to prepare the body so he rolled her on one side and started fumbling with the long zipper on the silk gown. He gradually worked it down and the blue silk peeled away from the beautiful white skin. He slipped her shoes off and then set to work sliding her nylons off her long slender legs. Manipulating the soft warm body of the dead woman left him completely aroused and by the time he pulled her panties down he couldn't help stroking her brown pubic patch. "At ease, soldier!" The. At least not yet. They had barely had one conversation. Still, she looked forward to dinner with Garak in a way that she had not looked forward to anything, past or present, in years. What she could not foresee was how Garak was feeling at the same moment, that this was the first time in his five years of exile that he actually felt any sort of true happiness-even to the point of being happy he was trapped on this station even if it meant being a lowly tailor for the rest of his life if it also.