Two seats in front of the boy sat a woman, in her 30s, with a healthily plump figure, eyes closed, her mind revolving around what she would do when sh... got home. Her face was quiet and hardly showed the signs of age. She had a pale complexion, and a warm smile. Above her a zaftig figure floated, the smoke was a very light warm orange and the figure had hair spread out over the creatures body. Quietly it relaxed, finding itself in a comfortable position the figure proceeded to touch her sides,. She loved the way his body felt in her arms as they danced strong and sure of himself. The music changed and they flowed into it seamlessly, never missing a step. His lips found hers again hot and soft and then… on her neck just behind her ear where she was so sensitive, and there was his hand warm on her bottom pressing her against him. She felt him harden against her thigh as his hands eased up to cup her breast, thumb sliding across her nipple testing its hardness. She almost lost her step,. Wavering beneath the pressure, he could hear the segments being squeezedas a hand fluttered across the dashboard for support.Through wet eyes, he could make out in his agony things moving beneathhis skin; small pulsations in his flesh which drew away the tissuebeneath, the length of his arm seeming to grow slimmer as the fingerstwitched. Praying for a moment?s respite, the pain began to dull but heknew it would return soon; breathing deeply as he discovered his shirtnow folding around his waist. She felt a lot better hearing it from an official source.“Mr. Kirkman. You have volunteered for the Confederacy, but have not yet selected a service branch. After your CAP test you said you wanted time to think about it. Have you decided yet?”“I definitely don’t want to join the Marines,” Craig replied. “They’re not my style at all. I like the look of the Fleet Auxiliary, helping evacuate as many people as possible from Earth. After that the Navy and then the Civil Service, in that order.”“The.