‘No. I didn’t order blueberries, I guess I should have.’ The Red-head smiled at Baglian in a welcoming manner. ‘Would you allow me to rectify ...hat mistake?’ Baglian asked returning her smile. ‘I couldn’t ask such a favour of a man, whose name I don’t even know yet.’ ‘Allow me to introduce myself then. I am Femaron Hiro Baglian.’ Baglian gave the woman a formal mentarion bow. Such formalities were not required when interacting with people who were not mentarion, but non-empathic women were. I'd seen that look before, and towed her off in private at the first opportunity to set things straight between us. I loved Charlie's cock and spending time with him out of bed but I told her I did not 'love him' and a marriage between us could never work out. He was hers for the taking. I'd seen the way Charlie had looked at her when she walked into the diner that night. Breakfast yesterday was the clincher as neither could meet the other's eyes but couldn't keep them off of each other. Neither of them understood why it hurt the little boy when it got so hard or what to do about it, they both just knew they liked doing it together. So as often as they could they would suck and lick each other.Time passes on;They are now getting ready for highschool. It is still summer vacation and they are now swimming at the lake. The little girl’s mom and the little boy’s mom take them there kind of trading off with each other. As these two are swimming they stop from time to time and hug. Just at the present, she's, well, more of a dream than a reality."Pinky smiled and lurched uncertainly to his feet."Gentlemen, I give you a toast! To dreams of home and to the ladies who sustain them!"There was a general shuffling of chairs and the young airmen stood and drank, solemnly repeating Pinky's toast."Now! Who's for a game of Mess Rugby?"They spilled out into the adjoining anteroom and someone seized an over-stuffed cushion from one of the armchairs and was immediately swamped by the.