The next day I woke up in a very merry mood, the only problem was that last night my Stan called me several times running and there left his messages ...on the answering machine. Nevertheless I was sure to reject an accusation of adultery whatever it was.I was looking at myself in the mirror on the wall, and I saw a chic, stylish and sexy woman with silky skin and sexy legs, I spread the aside and a wonderful sight of shaven pussy came to my eyes. Watching myself and realized sympathized with my. Remember my precog, such as it is, has never given me a false positive.”Jeff hesitated for the barest of moments before, “Ship, there is a spare Glock 9 mm pistol, belt and holster in my quarters. Would you please move them to the Captain’s Ready Room?“Done, my Prime,” she said as the weapon belt bearing a holstered Glock 9 mm, two magazines, a small pair of binoculars and a flashlight appeared on the big table.Jeff removed the weapon from its holster, showed the First Officer how to drop the. It was so exciting my pussy was juicy wet. I started stroking his cock as his breathing got heaver and faster. Tom had one hand rubbing my tits and the other slipped to my thigh. He slipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy over my pants. The only thing I can think of is “Damn, I wish I was wearing a skirt.” It felt so good to have him rub me, even over my pants, while I stroked his cock. I really wanted him to slip his hand in my pants. I looked down at his cock and was thinking. Who could fail to be impressed with her tight red skirt clinging around invisible panties, showing more leg than a swimming costume. She really was clever, but she knew how to add a few points to her scores too. Tulsa was on a scholarship from the Donald Trump Foundation; as she had explained a few times to ‘ugly dykes with shaven heads’ (or feminists, as other people called them), she hadn’t even met the man, so having a body to die for made no difference to her application. She had won, fair.