No response. He went for broke and lifted her shoulders, turning her to lay flat on the couch. No response. He looked at Pat, who was messaging his co...k through his pants, and reached down and felt Aimee's breasts. No response. He then got brazen, lifting the tee shirt up and exposing her chest. Two beautiful tits, pink areoles and hard nipples greeted his eyes. "Shit look at those puppies. Pat, pull down her thong and let's get a good look." Pat sat on the side of the couch, below Aimee's. “What are you supposed to do if you come across a large enemy force or another spear wall?” I asked, steering the conversation back towards Arkadian tactics.“One of the Blades, a woman named Veronica, used to tell me stories about when she was part of a force that took out a pirate camp. She said they just encircled them with a spear wall and slowly penned them in until nobody was left. And if that doesn’t work, we do what you did,” she replied with a shrug, “Charge.”“With spears and knives?”. With a trembling hand, she opened the door ever so slowly, pausing a moment before looking up the meet the gaze of the one she’d been waiting for. He was tall, as she had expected, dressed in black as she had expected also. It was his gaze that was unexpected. His eyes of gray rested gently on her. Even in rest, they were intense. She realized that as much as he was able to see into her when they had only typed words to share, he was much more able to see into her soul with those eyes. A moment. Open relationships without the hang-ups of sexual jealousy. Fucking openly and honestly. It took me a long time to figure out when I was at college and still a virgin at 19-years-old why it was only after my so-called girlfriend Joanne had been fucked by an older, married man that our own relationship finally took off after months of agonising waiting for her body. I still remember going round to see her one afternoon, just in time to see her leave her student flat with a guy about twice her.