)Part 1: IntroductionOne day I woke up and decided it would be my last morning. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of wakin...g up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser. I slowed down as she pulled off my cock, her pussy mad a “SHNAP” sound. She turned toward me and forcefully pushed me back and mounted me, guiding my cock in her waiting hole and sliding down the length of my shaft in one move. I thrust up a little as she began riding up and down, her bid round white ass cheeks slapping down on my thighs, her beautiful soft tits bouncing off of my chest, I reached to kiss her at that moment she buried my cock as deep as it would go and sat straight up. Yet at the same time I can see the Confederacy not wanting us to have the knowledge that any such thing had been built. Because just the knowledge of the possibility of such constructs can give us clues as to how such constructs are created.But I suppose that you aren't interested in such things unless they get me back to my family in a better time than a normal hyperspace drive will. That of course hasn't yet been proved as it will take a certain amount of time for us to coast into the. An Schlaf war jedoch nicht zu denken, zu viele Gedanken ?ber ihre kaputteEhe, eine m?gliche Scheidung und das weitere Vorgehen gingen ihr durchden Kopf, au?erdem lauschte sie zeitweise, ob sich Marc r?hrte.Am n?chsten Morgen wurde sie durch die Sonne geweckt. Es war schon fastsieben. Schnell sprang Petra aus dem Bett und sah nach Marc, der lagjedoch noch immer friedlich schlafend im Flur.Petra ging ins Bad, duschte und ging dann zur?ck ins Schlafzimmer, wo siesich sorgf?ltig schminkte und dann.