"After she and Patti had gone, I went over to the computer and logged in to my email account. There it was among all of the junk mail and chain letter...."Dearest Carmen," he wrote."I always considered the day I met you to be the luckiest day of my life. I still do. What I overheard yesterday hurt me very badly, I can't deny that. But still, though it hurts I realize that you have the right to express the way you feel and to act on those feelings. I guess when this is all over I'll still feel. ." You mean the mission where you died? Not no, but hell no." But in the sim, they didn't detect me when I was sitting right next to their base..." No! End of conversation, Wife. But just like on that mission, we wait and listen. We will know more before I put lives at risk. Besides," he said, knowing he was going to get her full attention, "First Officers don't go off in scout ships on dangerous missions; they make decisions, and then send someone else to do the spying." But you went on. In the end she didnot get a chance to ask any.Lydia felt her hips move forward. She bent back Callie's knees over herchest and drove the thick cock into Callie's cunt. The other girl'sgurgling cry was almost enough to make up for the fact that Lydiaherself could not feel the sensations of her cock penetrating herpartner. Despite that, the grinding of the shaft against her own wallsand the occasional meeting of her clit with Callie's was pleasurableenough for Lydia to climax on her own several. But whoever's here will be glad to talk to you." I'll be there."I hung up the phone, looked over at Dan 1.0. "That's a client who's impressed with Jason and Susan." Poor Jason," he said. "Top-notch tech. Goes on a job, and they remember his wife." And he does all the heavy lifting." In more than a strictly technical sense, I'm sure," Dan retorted."I dunno. You seen Susan in the lab? She doesn't come off as the squealy delicate type." I watched them at work. I know."Do we even HAVE any squealy.