"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked me. I really hated that question."No." Do you want one?"I hadn't seen that coming. A second ago we'd been having...a normal conversation and I was actually getting comfortable with her, and now... she was scooting closer to me on the picnic table bench that we were sitting on."Um..." Hey, Meg," I heard a familiar voice call and turned to look behind us."I think Craig is looking for you."When I saw Aaron standing there, still looking good with his hair shading. “My Lord Patriarch, I have brought with me a gift from Earth.” He rose from his seat and retrieved the glass box, walking down the length of the table in order to present it to the seated monarch. The Borealan picked it up in his massive hands and examined it, his gold-plated claws clicking against the glass.“What is it?” he asked curiously, cocking his shaggy head.“This is the rarest and most prized of all the meat that Earth produces. It is known as Kobe, and it comes from the Japanese. This time was no exception. Anne then gently lowered herself until my whole length was enveloped in her velvet depths, the cheeks of her bottom gently caressing my balls. I was in seventh heaven.Anne rested for a moment to savour the exquisite sensations radiating throughout her body from her loins. She moaned with satisfaction and pleasure before crying out, “Oh yes, I have been longing for this all evening – God how I want to be fucked.”Leaning forward she kissed me passionately, parting her. Bye the end of the day, I had no followers around looking for scraps of inside dope.I tried to put it all down to just an "off" day but the seed of suspicion flowered like a stink weed when the same thing happened the next time she accompanied me to the race track for an all-day affair figuring the odds. As an experiment, I sent her to the cashier booth out in the grandstand area to cash some winning tickets from the previous week that were burning a hole in my pocket. I knew it would take her.