Inescapable, terminal boredom when every thought can be counted and analysed, repeated, rinsed of logic and sentiment, leaving nothing but a dull echo... in my mind. Was that what everyone felt like across the plume?I asked Yar about that in numerous occasions; he simply said that it depends on the person. It seems that even if I am the only one in thirty-two billion human souls that can confer with Yar across the Plume, I'm not especially suited to the task. Sometimes I wish I wasn't at all,. It was nothing like when he had an orgasm, but there was a significant amount of fluid pumping from his tightly stretched to its limit hard on.This woman had him so hot it was a constant tiny stream. She sent her finger back for more and got another taste, this time showing it as she wiped it on her outstretched tongue. "That's nice," is all she said and he was almost beside himself with glee. She grabbed another finger full and this time put it to his lips and asked, "See?"She held it there. Then it happened. My fat young cockhead 'popped' into my mother's tiny tight back hole.'AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' She screamed, and looked back at me, her eyes half full of pleading for me to stop, and half full of pleading for me to continue. I held my cock steady, just the tip in, letting her get used to it for a few seconds. She was breathing heavy..' UUHHH, UHHHH, UHHHH'.'OH Jesus Christ Mommy' I shouted, 'My cock is in your arse. Do you like it??.. Do you like your son's cock in. Cool... brief." Well, I brought what I could along. I've got shorts, blouses, a couple' minis, and some tight jeans. 'Sorry, guys, but my wardrobe wasn't too well-equipped for these shenanigans." You're so damned striking, Mad, that even the uniform looks great on you... But you're right, it's tough to do this right without a little wardrobe help. 'First day out, wear your own stuff, and then you can go do some shopping for what you think will work for the assignment. I'm thinking about things.