Megan gasped at the feeling of fullness. “I’ll stay here for a while, let you get used to this.” “But she’s not struggling,” Orion said i...n the same tone she’d had. Megan laughed, buried her face in the bed as she got used to the feeling of being impaled there. Orion tweaked her nipples as he said, “That’s not even halfway.” Megan laugh-groaned into the bed and could feel Elvin’s hands smoothing over her again. “Give her a break,” he said as his hand slipped under her, a finger sliding into. We cock fucked each other for a good 5 minutes. With both of us ready to cum, he pulled away to avoid a big mess. I didn’t think he’d want to do it. I wasn’t sure that I would let him do it. But he flipped me over and lubed up my asshole. He put more oil on his cock and slowly began to stick it in. It went in easier than I thought. It felt kind of strange for like 30 seconds as it penetrated deep inside. But as he worked up a rhythm it became a sensation that was hard to describe. . He was now a fully qualified Engineering Duty Officer, an EDO, who was on his way to becoming Commander Philadelphia Ship Yard; at least at the end of the next twenty years. In the old days that slot would have carried the title of Shipwright but as with a lot of things in the Navy, traditions were lost along with old technologies. At his young age, Joe was the last EDO to qualify on steam, the next in precedence qualified on Jet Turbine. To Joe’s thinking a major step backward in reliability. My father was gone most of the time, on his voyages, trading, or on one of his missions for the Bey. We only had a small staff of four — three women and a man, none of them of any interest to me — for the large garden and the house, which was big and old and not in the best repair and gave them enough work to do, so they were happy enough to disobey my father’s orders and obey mine instead, which were to keep me alone as much as possible, and never, ever, intrude on me without warning and.