Elliott quietly turned back to the TV, becoming absorbed in his game as his mother busied herself in the kitchen behind him. A couple of times while s...e was cooking, she ventured over to the window, her eyes turned down the street.“There, all done,” she finally said, coming back into the living room as she dried her hands on a tea towel. “It’s in the fridge and should be ready for lunchtime.”“What if they don’t even turn up?” Elliott asked as he put his game on pause.“You think they might not. Besides, I brought a joint in my wallet I’d forgotten about due to the wine, and now felt like a good time to pull it out. “Smoke what?” Taniyah asks, smiling widely, showing a row of neat white teeth. She knows what I’m talking about. I smile back. “I brought a joint. You wanna go to the backyard?” “Lets do it,” she says, and we both get up, taking our wine with us. I snag my bag and head for the sliding glass door. We step out into the crisp air, heading for the table outside. I slide into. "So, Sumalee," he said looking at my ship's identification tag. Normally this would be an occasion for a man to stare at my breasts. Although I am not particularly large-chested the uniform we wear does put what little I have on prominent display. He didn't, though — stare, that is. Oh, he looked and he seemed to appreciate what he saw but he didn't stare and drool like so many others would have. "Been a long day already? Is it usually this dead in here?" I just started my shift and yes, for. Her mouth was dry due to fear and anxiety, I guess.I exchanged a good amount of saliva from my mouth to hers. She was enjoying with closed eyes and held me by the neck, pulling me close. I could feel both of us getting breathless. I laid her on the bed and began removing her top and bra. Her boobs came in full view.They looked beautiful. Perfect medium-sized with a chocolate color topped nipples not so large. It looked like a chocolate pastry with a cherry on top. I began taking her nipples.