" Susie turned away and headed back to the kitchen.The sound of running feet was heard, then their clatter coming down the stairs. The mother held her...breath until the little boy came running into the kitchen, smiling. He pulled one of the wooden chairs from the table and put it by the counter and stood on it next to his sister. While he looked at the heart-shaped cake with big wide eyes, his sister popped a candy into his mouth. His grin told her he liked the treat.The mother said, "First. However, sheadded an exaggerated wink.We looked at the sun on the sea. Our salads came quickly. Marla chose tokeep the conversation light in terms of topics and direction, and soon wewere enjoying the entrees. We had finished when I felt my Mistress' baretoes probing under my pants leg and rubbing my stockinged ankles."Are you wearing hose, you little slut?" she asked with mock surprise."Yes, Mommy," I answered going instantly into role."What happens to little boys who wear girl's clothes?". .situation?" Word of mouth," he replied, laughing at his own pun. "Of course, over time it gets a reputation. Kind of like Cohen's Pub for the ladies." What about Cohen's Pub?" I asked, which I knew by reputation was a sports bar in a seedier part of town."White sluts, usually married white sluts, who want black cock go there. The color of their nylons defines what they are into," he explained."Wow," I said, even as an image of my wife going to such a bar popped into my head, "apparently you. I launched myself at the hatchway from which the others had come, and was gratified to see, in my suit's display, that the others followed in reasonably controlled fashion. Since our group was blocking the straight path to the hatch, our welcoming committee took off like a shot toward the 'roof' of the bay, and caromed, almost as one, at precisely the right angle to bring them to the hatchway. There they waited and snagged us as we drifted in.Once through the airlock, the colonists immediately.