I had to smile to myself as I heard him ... well ... pissing over the side of the boat. It explained his comments about the toilet which obviously had... to be emptied. Equally obviously, that wasn't something he wanted to do more than he had to. I resolved to minimise the use I made of it too. I had the idea I could be on to a good thing, and I didn't want to queer it.I slept ... well certainly better than under the bridge, but still heard him get up before dawn. I gave him a little time, then. That was definitely a place of fun and relaxation. Sandy did not get very much of that in her life. The boss at the technology lab was always on her night and day to get all the microchips created, and timelines were never far away. The way he looked at her sometimes was rather unsettling too. He would get just a little too close, looking over her shoulder when she was working on something he wanted to see. Jeff, I can tell what you had for lunch – it’s on your breath, she wanted to say some. I could feel pre-cum oozing from the head of my cock. Just then she gets up and walks over to the cabinet that the TV is on directly in front of me, and starts reaching up high where there are some videos. her skirt is raised enough to see the bottom of her ass and her bikini panties that had worked themselves into her crack. Wow, what a turn-on. As she reached up, fiddling around with the videos trying to read what they were about, her cutoff T-shirt raised up enough to see the tan lines of. "No," the woman stated simply."How did you, like, get pregnant?" Amber asked. "Who's the daddy?" I was inseminated. Test batch twelve dash zero zero two. We are all test batch twelve dash zero zero two." Twelve dash zero zero two, twenty-ninth week of gestation," the entire room chorused in a soft, emotionless voice that sent chills down the spines of all the Pussycat women."Do you even know what's happening to you 'n' stuff?" Cassi asked."Of course," the woman named 16501 answered. "I'm having.