30am in the morning to the faint sounds of moaning and gasping. Listening carefully I realised I wasn't dreaming and that it was coming from my mate's... bedroom across the hall. The sound of the heavy breathing quickly got me turned on and I couldn’t believe they were awake already so early on a Sunday morning. So I carefully crept out of bed and very gently pulled my bedroom door open so they didn't hear me.Now across the hallway, I could see his bedroom door was not closed completely. I. Sorry. I misunderstood. What then are we going to do about these people from the Big Ship?”“Nothing, other than watch them. I am expecting them to do things to themselves, without us having any more direct input.”“Input? That is a strange word; what does it mean?”“Information that goes inwards, such as what you see or hear or smell. Output means the same in reverse -information going out from you or me. Education is output from me and input for you, at the moment.”“I get you. So we just watch. I asked if he'd like me to give him a hand job and he eagerly accepted. I took hold of his cock, it was a nice size, and started stroking him. He was not getting any harder so I decided to give him a treat (and to see if I could get him fully hard). I went on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. At first he moved back a little, but he didn't move away when I took him back in my mouth. He make a little grunting sound as I sucked on his spongy cock. Now, I do love having a soft cock in my. " Yes, yes, I know him. Governor Eden gave him the job. Probably some kin of his wife you know. Spoils of war they call it." Well, he's been looking into this woman's death, her murder. You remember the Clagett family that was killed some time back, just south of you? I was sheriff then." Oh yes, bad business. Judge Burgess handled that case if I recall." Yes sir, but I reckon I brought in the wrong boys. Now, this woman down in Georgetown, her body was missing an arm, like Mrs. Clagett over.