Our ship, newly re-commissioned as the HMS Reprisal sighed through space at several times the speed of light. The stars, crystal glints of light, entered the view screen, cascaded off each other, and then flickered out of existence like fourth of July sparklers. Shanna, Harry, and I stared transfixed at the view screen, immersed in
Vixen’s Sperm Farm 1.
I woke up to the sound of the warm summer morning’s wind in the lavender bushes outside my window. I could smell the sweet smell of the pale blossoms filling the room. Stretching luxuriously, I yawned and looked down at me sleeping lover. Shanna’s mouth was still wrapped around my semi-limp cock, as it was
