Left pocket meant they wanted to give. Carl asked if we could watch it some more. He said he had four hours until his wife got home. Maybe we could... do some more stuff? I got the video, stripped down, and put my cock ring back on. I brought one out for Carl. As he pulled his pants off I saw he had shaved his pubes off. Very hot to see that. I knelt, clipped the ring on him and then started sucking his hard cock again. He was dripping already and was clearly into this. I lubed my ass up. Went rogue.It was less than a galactic year ago that the base had a dynamic population of several human genetic variants. Humanity evolved in a lot of different directions in the 20-some galactic years since man left the Sol system.We have records of the original Diaspora, made when Terra still had an ecosphere and a magnetic field. It was done in a panic due to a misinterpretation. The evidence was left behind in the form of a cluster of forced supernovae. Mankind thought that it was proof of. Didn't last of course, it look like this Peter was a fuck and run merchant. Poor old granny took it very hard. It seemed after Peter there were lots of other men in her life, well according to her diary, each page referred to a new guy between her legs. Then came Marcus, he was slightly older then the rest at 25 to her 18. Marcus was the one, the one who took the first pictures of the sexually active but still naïve young girl. Her diary was like a blue print on how to manipulate and corrupt a. No, if I get up that will be it and I’ll lose it, the theme of the story.So I kept going and the words just kept pouring out of me. It was morning before I knew it and the dawn chorus of birds broke into my consciousness with their insistent and constant chirping and the sound of the breakers hitting the beach. I hate being distracted. I think it may have something to do with the touch of ADD that I have.Well it was finished, apart from doing a spell check and another read, but the words were.