So I kept mymouth shut and focused on silently reciting show tunes in my head.Floating in a miasma of complete mediocrity, it seemed like the thing to...do.My guide didn't have to point out our destination to me since it was thesize of a small moon. I resisted the childish urge to point out 'that'sno moon, it's a space station' since I didn't think my companion wouldappreciate the joke. But otherwise, it did look a bit like a primitiveDeath Star, carved out of a big ball of granite rather than. She bounced off me so high only the head was left in when she slammed back down on me. I tried to reach up and grab her tits through her bra but she slapped my hands away.“No lay there, you don't get to touch my tits,” she said as she flicked my nipple.By now she was grinding me furiously and even though it seems like a great thing, it kinda felt like a punishment. Every time I tried to touch her she would slap my chest, which would force me to involuntarily thrust into her, making her shudder. ‘Love…’ I whispered, ‘this just won’t do. This stuff’s gotta come off.’ I reached up with both hands, purposely skimming over her breasts and bringing a soft moan from her throat as I pushed the folds of the jacket back. She let it slip from her shoulders after stepping forward from the rock wall, and it piled at her feet. My fingers curled under the edge of her dark shirt and pulled it up over her head. Beneath lay a simple, lace-edged white bra with a front clasp. ‘Hold on,’ I stopped her. I think she waspushing me to see what her limits were, and she kepton after I warned her that I'd wash her mouth out withsoap if she kept it up. Perhaps Cassie thought it wasjust a figure of speech. Anyway, I told her "That'sit! You are getting a much overdue mouth soaping!"I took Cassie by the hand and led her to the kitchen.Then I got a medium sized plastic bowl out and re-trieved a bar of Ivory soap. As I put some water intothe bowl I told Cassie to get one of the kitchen chairsand bring it.