The two men faced each other, with one gasping for air and the other grinning.“I sense your fear. You’re right to be afraid of me. All of the powe... you’ve gathered, all the friends you’ve made, all of the people you’ve saved, I’m going to devour it all. I’m going to take away everything precious to you until your life is nothing more than a void.”Sirius tried to get up, but that last blow had really done a number on him. With an injury like this so early in the fight, his chances weren’t. He started sucking her toes: first the smallest one and then working his way inside. She moved slightly with each lick and he knew that she was already wet and horny, for he could see her pink pussy eagerly awaiting the climax. But he wasn’t ready to let her go so easily; there might be a twenty-year difference between them, but he wasn’t new to this. He made her lie down, and then pulled her legs up so he could bask in their glory and catch their magnificence in full view; she started moaning. I turned to Abby and whispered, "Good morning, light of my life?"Abby giggled. "Oh yes. Chanah has become addicted to some of the fictional writing from the crystals." Her fingertips brushed my temple. "They're called romantic novels." Romantic novels?" I spoke the unfamiliar name thoughtfully and considered. "Novels of the Roman times?"My question returned Abby to her playful mood. "No! Man and woman relationships were so different before the war Ilias, so unbelievably different! We have so. A tall, dark skinned young man around Arron's age stood and offered Arron his hand. "James Martin, welcome to Ganymede. That was Sergeant Smithson," he indicated the door the sergeant had just closed. "A good sort, but make sure you stay on the right side of him though."James raised an eyebrow and Arron remembered he had not introduced himself. "Sorry sir, Arron Johnston." Hey, you don't have to sir me, we are the same rank." But I'm just a private." Not now you're not, Arron, you are a junior.