The destroyer fired another salvo, this time a combination of particle bolts and giant railgun slugs.One of the super dense slugs made fatal contact w...ith a GS starship, rendering it instantly disabled, the slug crashed through the shields and penetrated the hull with pure unadulterated kinetic force. The starship, which looked like a bunch of green, malformed bricks glued together, began fragmenting and spiraled out of control as its navigational and propulsion systems went haywire. A second. ” With that, I heard her leave the room. After about two minutes, I heard her come back in. By the sound of her breathing, I could tell that she was excited. “Open your eyes," she said. I did, to see Phyllis standing before me, naked, and sporting a strap-on dildo that made my eight-inch hard-on look pre-pubescent by comparison. “What are you going to do with that?” I asked. “I’m going to show you the joys of being penetrated,” she replied, a combined look of lust and joy affixed to her face. . She jumps and I slap it again. After 10smacks, I rip her boy-shorts down to her knees and force my fingers into herwet cunt. She moans as I begin to fuck her with my fingers. First just onefinger (she is tight), then two and harder yet. She whimpers and cries.However, I continue. Picking up the smaller of the two dildos, I begin fuckingher. Short, fast, powerful strokes in her cunt. I lovewatching her lips roll in and out of her. As her lips roll in, the hood of herclit is tugged down over her. I do not feel moved by the birth of Christ, the Savior Son, seperated as we were at birth by several thousand years. Even Santa whom I love for his white beard, big belly, and ‘ho! ho! ho!’ the spitting image of God, seems like a figment of my imagination. Ian has left me an invitation, anyway. A chance to go to Christmas Mass, sing in praise of everything I cannot put real words to and oh! I love it so! I love him, I really do, but I wish he weren’t such as a church-goer. I am terribly afraid.