"Is something wrong?" Zimmel asked as he cleared his head. "I saw that you were locked in pussy thought with a look of frustration on your face. I thought I might be able to provide you with some aid. Are you well Prime? My forced initial scans of you are detecting no anomalies." Ace stated with all sincerity. Zimmel turned to Ace about to retort when he stopped himself. Ace was after all, not human, so he didn't know that much about human emotions. He'd really only just gained them. "I am fine Ace though, I am perplexed with a thought I can't seem to grasp. I wish there was some indian way I could..." ass Zimmel's eyes went wide as he stared at Ace snapping his fingers, a smile started to dominate his features. "THAT'S IT!" Zimmel shouted as he reached for the comm. "Admiral!" Admiral Hartwell was startled when he heard Zimmel shouting. "I'm here Captain Zimmel. Are you experiencing a problem?" "No sir." Zimmel said then wondered lick why the holographic system on the Admiral's ship wasn't working. "Something Ace said reminded me of when the Admiral and several of his old command were experiencing PTSD. Then they had the A.I.'s..." "First off son." Hartwell stated cutting Zimmel off. "Explain just what in the hell you are talking about." "Oh, uh... yes sir. Ace says that Miss Lucie experienced sensory overload. That if she were an A.I. like the ships, she could just reset her sensors. I remembered that many of the Emperor's command crew had PTSD, that an A.I. went in and basically reset part of their brains. I believe that the same thing might work here, though we might have to adjust more for what she experienced." A now very fuck excited Zimmel was saying. Soon she was panting from the erotic stimulation. Again, I saw a ass flash of anger in his eyes. There were any number of dares she could use that fit her objectives, but the hornier she got, the harder it was not to simply choose the rather direct ones. I had a sip of water before continuing If I hadn’t been watching her legs I would never indian have seen it, but in those two or three strides, Mistress Gloria and Mistress Sam passed her. Brianna and David rose from their seats, the latter grabbing the former's hand and leading her forced to his bedroom without a word. I stared at her cute rump, her little asshole squeezing and winking at me. I probably prayed like that for hours, long enough to hear Molly come home, make small talk, and go to her lick room. Juices gleamed on her inner thigh. She was fuck fucking her daughter. But my body yearned for that forbidden congress. Scarlett opened the door for me and helped me into the seat. I snickered at the thought. Heck, we used to try anything and everything that either of us thought up. “Oh shit,” I panted when pussy words came back to me, “Passion really taught you how to use that thing.” “Will you marry me?” I said. That’s when I turned slightly and put my hand over the bulge in his pants. “Same here.” Heather, and Rachel said. {Thantas where are you?} Bush Pilot Mike. While Jeff was talking he was hooking a cable around the post directly behind Cathy's wide spread crotch. Then she undid her jeans and pulled them off so she was standing there in her boxers.