That meant that at least 300 fighters were out there. The troop barges would be further out, waiting for a secure docking, or a combat docking if that... was needed.I had never piloted a fighter. I could, but I lacked the fast responses needed for such a maneuverable craft. The ship was little different from an ore carrier, just smaller. My ship ‘Nome Adventurer’ used the same controls and powerplant. That’s why I say I could pilot a fighter. The difference was in the mass. My ore carrier was. As she had expected, she only had Joe’s cock in her mouth a few seconds before he came, and as usual it was a tiny load, nothing like her father, she remembered how he had blasted onto her face that morning and as she did, her hand went between her legs.“I knew a good cock in your mouth would turn you on,” Joe said, pulling his cock out and taking a tissue from his pocket to wipe it as he watched Chloe frig her cunt. “You are one hot bitch.”Chloe was oblivious to him, in her head she was. He got on top of her and continued kissing her while at the same time using his other hand to undo her pants. She said she would try and tell him to stop and that she couldn't do this, but each time she tried to talk he would kiss her and keep her quiet. I remember thinking that she didn't put up much of a fight.Once they were unbuttoned he stood up and pulled her pants off her legs along with her panties. There was who I thought was my friend looking at my girl, or at least was. I asked her if. ....I wondered about her husband, what sights had he seen, Ray her hubby of some 40 plus years had died of a stroke shortly before we moved in. I pondered what she must have looked like when young, she must of been quite something.......and still was.Just after 5 I started packing away, Betty who'd been watching television in the front room, came into the hallway. Looking round the ceiling, inspecting what I'd done."Lovely my dear, it's going to look nice, you've got a good steady hand" I.