As we shuffled around, I managed to get one foot on her belly. In the low gravity it was an easy enough thing to lift her off the ground, and I prepar...d to throw her a good fifteen metres behind me. But before I got her lifted high enough, she brought those long, gorgeous legs into play.WHACK! directly in the crotch AGAIN! The pads we wore strapped to our feet and insteps made things less hurtful than they might have, but even with that I shrieked and my throw fell apart. Botilda landed gently. "It shouldn't," I said blushing too. "But you're right it does." It doesn't happen to me ... usually," she said, her eyes glued to my bulging robe."I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I thought.)"You're too kind, but I know I'm no great shakes in the looks department," she said."It's not all about looks," I said. "Sometimes it's personality, other times opportunity." So you er ... find me ... um ... attractive John?" she asked,. She was attractive, but obviously distracted enough not to notice that he had looked at her longer than was necessary. Her hand fiddled with a thin gold necklace holding a St. Christopher medal at it’s bottom, near the first button of her blouse. Her eyes gazed at the screen but did not register any response to its offerings. Jackson found himself drawn to her looks, and was curious as to why she was alone. ‘Did you like this one the first time?’ he asked, trying to recover from his earlier. After dinner, we tidy up the kitchen together, and head back to the living room, where you stoke the fire, to ward off the evening chill. We have the remainder of our wine, in front of the fireplace, on the sheepskin rug. You lay me back on the soft sheepskin and lean over and kiss me passionately on the mouth, running your tongue along my lips, gently forcing them apart. I am a willing participant, and I let my tongue mate with yours, a foreshadowing of what our bodies will be doing in a.