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Michael looked okay just then. He had done his gravity training exercise an hour ago, just before his craft had been ensnared by the sun. It was a deadly trajectory. Mission control was trying out something to establish a line to his craft using an older spaceship. They had deployed the older ship a year ago for perihelial missions, and it was specially equipped to deal with a gravitational force that was as strong as Mike’s craft was experiencing just then. He wouldn’t experience anything for the next half hour, and then his descent into the sun would accelerate. At some point he would pass out, as the temperatures rose, and his lungs and brain just couldn’t handle the temperature. He would probably die from oxygen loss before his skin burst into flame and his face melted. For the next half hour though, he was there. His face was on the iPad 2 screen, and he was looking at her. Katie tried not to cry, sitting in a clubhouse in Houston. He was her ex husband, and she was so over him. But nobody should have to experience what he was going to. “Whatcha thinking K-girl?” he said, sounding very cheerful. “Mike, I don’t Ataşehir Escort know what to do!” she said, feeling utterly helpless. “I’ll be dead soon, girlie, and that makes a man very cheerful, not a care in the world!” “Don’t say that, Mike!” “I have a last wish! Wanna hear it?” “What’s your last wish, Mike?” “Don’t you laugh at me girlie,” he said, injecting mock sternness into his voice. “I want to jack off in front of your prim and proper tea party ladies club!” Katie pondered the thought. “Mike, do you really mean that?” she asked. If she could bring him any small solace, that would ease how she felt. “I really do, K-girl, but don’t get your panties in a wad over making this happen,” he said, “it’ll cost you your membership I am sure!” “You don’t worry about that Mike,” she said. “I am in the tea party clubhouse already, All I have to do is to step into the hall, and you’ll have an audience. Are you really sure you want to spend your last half hour jacking off?” “Katie, babe, if I had access to that pretty cunt of yours, I’d fuck you, but I don’t,” he said, sounding Ataşehir Escort Bayan slightly wistful and very horny. She giggled. “Remember our beach threesome in Sweden?” she said. “Ooh yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about babe,” he said, “I think the whole beach heard us fuck!” “That they did, now let’s see about your audience,” she said, walking into the hall of the country club. She flipped the camera on the iPad so he could see his audience. The place had forty women, ranging in age from twenty five to seventy five, soaking in a documentary about Margaret Meade. “I should probably warn them before you get started,” she said. “You’re doing no such thing,” Mike said. “I want to see the shocked looks on their stuffy faces, K. I think ones with the most conservative sticks up their assholes are likely to be the most turned on. Just my theory.” Katie laughed. She was still standing at a distance from the buzzing crowd of women. “K-girl, I’m whipping my cock out,” he said, doing as he promised. “Oh, make sure the volume on your iPad is set at maximum. Actually wait, Escort Ataşehir mission control can help. One minute.” He said something into another camera, and received a very static tempered response. Then he turned back to Katie and winked at her. “Guess who is going to be interrupting their regularly scheduled program?” he said. Katie looked at him horrified. “You’re going to be up there on the big TV screen,” she said, wondering how soon the members would throw her out of the club. She was the only member with an astronaut ex-husband. “K-girl, it’s my last wish, but if you don’t want it…” he said. “Fuck the prim and proper club, Mike,” she said, feeling suddenly rebellious. “I want to see the look on Mrs. Hudson’s face when she sees this!” “That you will,” he said, “which one is she?” “The rail thin blonde in the green dress, on the right,” she said, moving her iPad screen the right way. “MILF! Serious MILF alert,” Mike said. “Give me some other names, woman. I want to yell out their names.” “The voluptuous brunette next to her is Mrs.Wallace. Nadja Wallace. Her husband is supposed to have ‘brought her over’ from Ukraine.” “Like mail order? Wow! Look at her tits! They know how to make tits in Ukraine.” “Behave Mike!” “It’s my last time to be class clown, K-girl! Although you saying behave turns me on plenty!” “Ha ha; anyway, the woman in the black shirt and jeans is Mrs. Nakamura.” “Katie girl, she is perfection.
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