You are GO for FTL engine start.” Beep Beep.“Aye captain, FTL engine start.” Ensign Chandler responded.“Engaging FTL drive coolant pumps. Fiel...d generator to standby. FTL safety interlock disengaged. Main engine shutdown. Conn, FTL is standby.” Beep.“AI, confirm exclusion zone clearance” I said.“Secure from FTL engine start.” Beep beep.“AI, lay in our FTL course for Earth and transmit telemetry to the Expediter.”I was switched to ship comms. “Expediter, this is Oxford. We are GO for our FTL. Betty turned her head slightly as she worked over the girl's breasts so she get a better look. What she saw almost made the old lesbian's heart skip a beat. Angel was wearing an incredibly hot little g-string that was a very bright electric blue. The contrast of the color against Angel's light olive skin was a sight to behold. Betty moved her hand quickly over the bright blue patch and massaged Angel's heaven right through the cloth. The woman expertly danced her fingers over the girl's sex. As soon as she was out of the room, I furiously rubbed my cock and tried to position it so it would not be so obvious that I was not completely hard. She returned quicker than I thought, though, and when she entered the room, I had my hand in my pants, making an adjustment. She winked at me, and asked if I had enjoyed watching, then she took her t-shirt off completely so she was now wearing only a pair of baggy shorts.Instead of returning to the couch, Judy walked toward me, and told me that. “Yike! Yike!” King barked frequently between whining loudly as his constant orgasm reached its peak inside me, humping me furiously, his entire organ thrashing about wildly yet being held so tightly in my passage, his enormous knot wedged by its sheer size between my pinned prostate and my spasming sphincter. I held tight to my Brothers thighs, my face lying and rubbing all over his wet crotch-meat so the Stud wouldn’t knock me off my knees as he wildly pounded and pulled my torso.