The golden statue that was Captain Jeryth was the very image of weariness, bowed, one hand braced on the empty chair of the Second Officer's station."...First shift Pilot Yurtloss... Change course by... sixty degrees to... rimward." Captain Jeryth's voice was the same as ever; low, yet resonant, but the words were dragged out, ragged."Course... Course adjustment, sixty degrees rimward. Adjust... Adjustment completed." Pilot Yurtloss, his stubby fingers held steady by an incredible act of will,. We belong to the Fraternal Order Of Eagles; I bowl on Thursday nights, Paige has a woman's garden club meeting on Tuesdays and we play cards with some friends once every couple of weeks. On weekends Paige always seems to want the grand babies over so she can spoil them rotten. In short, a nice middle-aged, middle class couple that nothing exciting ever happens to. Or so it seemed.Paige may have been a slut all of her life and just didn't know it, but when the slut in her surfaced it came on. For a second, I thought to tease her about the blushing, maybe even her use of so many fucks, or even her new found penchant for yelling. However, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back to her, no quick witted rebuttal or tongue-in-cheek remark as per usual, whether the reason being a rare occurrence of the inability to decide or something. I had nothing.So I took action. It wasn’t out of panic, nothing like that, but it almost seems that I took the words I’d usually tease her with and. Michael was fully relaxed, eyes closed. He was, in fact, asleep. Smiling to herself, Janie sat back on her haunches, watching the penis of the great actor slowly soften as she reached between her own thighs to scoop the oozing vaginal honey onto her fingers and massage it into the bud of her clitoris, sending ripples of excitement through her body, like an electric current. Her orgasm came quickly and silently. She closed his gown, spread a blanket over him and left him sleeping in the chair..