She wasn’t Ella Fitzgerald- but nobody was. Heck, chances were, nobody would ever better her.He and Jill were doing a bad job of attempting to dance...with the song, stumbling around because the floor was moving beneath their feet. Every time they stumbled or had to grab onto something in order to not fall, they were laughing. They must have looked drunk to an outsider- to someone onboard, they knew that if they were drunk, they’d be falling over. It was a lot of fun, and the two lovers were. My confused shaft pulsed but the stimulation was gone and the pleasure was forced to subside. Again, I quickened the pace.“Taste them.” My breath caught; she understood my need perfectly. Holding them to my mouth, I touched my tongue to the very center of the material. The overriding taste was one of salt and I delighted in knowing that they were Amber’s most intimate flavors…sex juices, sweat, maybe even urine. “Come-on, you can do better than that.” Amber touched her fingers to the black silk. We have had plenty of warning thanks to our scouts, but the number is staggering. I didn't realise there could be this many. The Captain of the Guards has asked for parley, so I suppose we'll have to agree to talk.The head of our group goes to meet, under a truce flag, with the Captain. I've gone along too, but invisible to all mundane and esoteric sensors. I think something is up."We have come to demand your surrender and return to the enclave", the Captain says as they sit down."Is that all?". ..I,uh.....?" she replied back, to where Marc cleared his throat andcontinued, "I have heard from Diana how.....unfortunate.... yourprevious home life had been, and I must say it's good that Diana foundyou when she did." to which Diana nodded in approval. "Mhm quite and Iam grateful for that, Mr. Princeton...." Oh please, you can call me Dad, or Pops though I am not old enough forthat." Marc remarked and laughed heartily."Well yeah to clear up my point, I am glad.... but I am still unsureabout.