Her hand trembles slightly as she explores and she is entranced by how perfect he feels. She is brought out of this rapture when his breath catches as... she brushes his smallish nipple.“Oh yes my love, your touch is like the finest silk. It feels so good to finally have your hands upon me.” His voice is still but a whisper, yet it sounds so clear and loud in her mind as if he were not merely speaking, but placing his words straight into her thoughts.She looks up into his eyes and they seem to. Kristen tried to shake them off, but they only gripped harder, raising her head. Her eyes flickered open. Sister Saint Augustine was standing in front of her, her face up close. Her expression was neither kind nor angry — just blank, clinical. The lack of emotion frightened Kristen more than the fact that she couldn’t move.“How are you feeling, dear?” Sister asked.She tried to say all, right, but it came out muffled. Something round and hard filled her mouth. She couldn’t close her teeth.“What. "Sean stopped and lifted his head up. He kissed Jack."Let's go to your bedroom."Jack led Sean to his bed. Sean watched his small little ass. In the bedroom they grabbed each other and kissed. Jack stripped him. Sean pushed back on the bed and crawled on top of him. Kissing him again, he crawled around so they could 69 on their sides. Jack sucked Sean's 8 inch uncut cock. "Fuck baby, you suck like like an old pro." Sean moaned.Jack liked that. He began playing with his head with his tongue. Sean. He couldn't burden T'Pol with that and he firmly buried these feelings inside."Protective reflexes..." he muttered silently. "So when one mate is attacked or mates are forcefully separated ... disturbance in the bond ... malicious interference with a bond ... wonder what that V'Lon fella has to say about that..."The door chime signaled the arrival of an eagerly awaited visitor."Come," he said, keeping his attention on the PADD's."You are busy?" she asked as she entered his room."There's always.