As I moved I could still feel the stickiness of my juices on the inside of my thighs.As the week progressed towards the weekend I made plans to show o...ff for my neighbor. I did a little shopping at the local adult store to pick up a few special items for my show. What I found was ideal for my desires. Then I spent some time researching how best to position lights around me. The last thing I did was go buy a small wooden stool. It had an 18-inch seat and only stood 24 inches tall. It was ideal. She smiled and squeezed his cock through his jeans to encourage him. He pulled her in for one more deep wet kiss before dropping to his knees, lifting her dress and kissing her mound through her panties. With his eyes looking up at her, he pulled her underwear down for her to step out of. His eyes moved to her trimmed pussy, she saw his lips part as he mouthed “ahh”. His big hands pulled at her buttocks, forcing her pussy onto his mouth. She gasped and felt her knees buckle slightly but his. A moment later I heard Kenneth speak. “How should I know when that is? Why aren’t we on Earth time?”“Which time zone should I use?” the AI asked. “There are people on this ship who were picked up from eight different time zones and three different continents.”I nodded. “Is twelve bells midnight for the ship?” I asked“What?” Kenneth snapped.“I don’t know how the time blocks were split up, but I remember that in the age of sail bells were used to signal time. I’m guessing twelve bells is either. She wanted him more than anyone she had ever wanted before. But she didn’t want to just have sex with him. She was feeling things she couldn’t sort out in her own mind, things that conflicted with her idea of herself as a feminist. She wanted to offer herself to him and let him have his way with her. It did not feel wrong. Going home felt wrong, felt very wrong, in spite of her self-imposed rules for dating. But this wasn’t dating, this was experiencing passion at a level she had only dreamt.