‘Well that’s splendid, Gerard,’ Maybelle said. ‘You say you met her at market? What was she doing there?’ ‘Selling wool from her parents�... farm,’ Gerard answered. ‘She and her family live in Brackley, and they make their living off their sheep, and today I went to visit her and…’ He trailed off, noticing how his mother had sunk back down into her chair and how the smiles had vanished from both women’s faces. ‘What?’ he asked, wondering what he’d said to kill the jovial mood. ‘She’s a farmer’s. There is a detachment at the national orbitals and a squadron minus at the north polar hyper. There are some new builds coming on but nothing significant for another six to nine months."Clare eyed the recumbent figures in TJ's sleeping space and started disrobing,"Suits. Business resolved and seeing you got me up here, I'm going to take advantage of it."TJ never complained but he was again distracted and it was mid-morning before he got back to his net to find the reports from the " 'Cloud's". "If you want to experiment with your feminine side, that's fine with me. I was only reading about it in one of those women's magazines the other week. They said it took a lot of courage for a man to admit he even had a feminine side and when they did, their partners should encourage them, which is exactly what I intend to do." She kissed me passionately then took my hand and led me to the bedroom. At least that's where I thought we were going, but we took a detour along the way and ended. As her fingers crept and wrapped around her throbbing shaft, the sick realization she was about to get off listening to her friends consumed her.A faint gasp escaped her throat she stroked herself. She imagined herself balls deep in Alpa’s sweet Desi 'phudi' as she often called it. Mallory pined for those muscular, dusky legs wrapped around her waist.“Nnnngh!” Alpa’s groans swung from throaty to guttural. “Muth ki malai!” she cried, “Muth ki malai!” Her voice trembled and stuttered. The only.