"He can't get a cock lift, it's not right a nun of my age needing to wear stockings to turn my priest on." the mother superior admitted."Or mine," Sis...ter Pious agreed, and blushed furiously."You did say you fantasised about the Mother superior Michael," Father Rafferty reminded me."Yes, I did, I did once," I admitted, "In the night." You see poor old Dougal just doesn't measure up any more Michael," The mother superior insisted, "Why ten years ago he had seven inches of solid cock, eight on a. A shuttle was dispatched and Minerva's team transferred to the Cruiser, much to the relief of all parties involved. The life support system on the courier was set up for less than half the number it had to deal with on the trip and the air was starting to get just a little ripe.They were met in the shuttle bay by a very nervous looking Lieutenant Junior Grade, who didn't look old enough to shave, and a pair of senior noncoms. Non-commissioned officers were the senior enlisted ranks, the. And that's saying a lot.I'm not a regular visitor to The Highway, as it's known among those who are much more involved in it than I am. In fact, this is only my third, and probably last, visit. There are just too many other things in this world yet unvisited for me to keep returning to any one place.As such, I'm not accepted as one of the regulars. Regulars are people who use all their spare time and money to keep returning here time after time. Some actually seem to live here. I don't speak. You're unpretentious, a virgin, loves to eat wet slimy gash made that way by black men, and is perfectly satisfied jacking off your little prick because her daughter has told you to wait until the wedding. She is really tickled pink that you've fully accepted that the real men in Vicki's life will be black."Again, after hearing more about my in-laws than I ever wanted to know, I remained silent. You see, I had come in my hand. It was so unexpected and so spontaneous. Yet it was a very good.