Ireached up to feel my head and discovered that I had a mountain of hairdone up in some sort of bouffant or french twist. I pulled a strand looseand s...w that it was golden, and curled."Can't keep 'em waiting, babe," said Tracy, and she grabbed something onmy wacky guitar belt and pulled. What she had grabbed was the end of azipper, and as she pulled my dress became unzipped around the waist. Theflowing skirt fell away to reveal my bare legs and a tiny pair of yellowpanties, under which there. The first thing that struck her was the absence of women. Sure, there were serving girls and prostitutes. But amongst the pilots and mercenaries, there were very few women at all."Strange, " she told Moses softly."Hmm." Somehow, I thought there would be more women here. Anywhere else, more than half the union pilots are women." Some women come here to pilot. Not many stay. Some even come as want-to-be mercenaries. They're kidding themselves. It's a man's game being played out here." And they. "You sure you had a baby?" he asked as he slid a finger inside my wet pussy. "Yes. Why?" "Well my wife's pussy never got this tight again after giving birth." He got between my legs and started kissing and licking my lips and clit as he fingered me. It felt so amazing I couldn't resist moaning with pleasure. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me again, tasting my juices on his tongue. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He was so hairy all over. His chest, shoulders, back. Let’s get together for coffee. Bye.” Doc opened the door and gingerly slid up and onto the seat and sighed. She pulled down the visor and the mirror and looked at herself and smiled. “Raoul is a genius, Bree. Thank you for introducing us. I’m thinking of getting some ‘sun streaks’. What do you think?” “I think you need to concentrate on our objective here and not worry about ‘sun streaks’ and shit that doesn’t fucking matter,” I growled out, not caring a bit about ‘sun streaks.’ She looked over.