Finally settling on a hockey game he settled back. My eyes began to drift closed, I tried to fight it, but to no avail I fell asleep sitting upward wh...le he watched his game. When I awoke I was in his room again, lying on my stomach holding a pillow tightly. The lights were low, but I could tell he was in the room. I felt the side of the bed dip down some as I stirred. His hand came to stroke my back in a soothing way, I felt him move to position himself between my legs, pushing them open. I. I’m leaving. You go get ready.”As she turned hastily, her pallu was caught in my hand her saree began undraping. It was an awesome view. She turned her head to see what had happened. The undraped saree left her boobs in her bra exposed. Naughty Saro knew how to dress when we were alone.Looking at her ass, breasts and seductive face in one frame turned me on even more. There was no leaving her now. I got ready to pounce on her.Oops. Sorry, dear readers. I fast-forwarded a bit again. All this was. I’ve been researching old-time herbal and tribal medicines. There are some indications that aboriginal remedies can be effective. I hope to find things that we can use if we run low on supplies.”“Sounds interesting I hope it works out.” I was trying to be polite.While we were talking, the overhead announced that the shuttle was docking. The procedure didn’t take long, and before Doc Holland could expand on his project, the cargo hatch started cycling.First out of the shuttle was Commander. A kind, decent man, Pierre had at first refused to make Blair lookfeminine. He suspected that the boy was being punished by being made tolook like a "sissy". While such a thing was inconceivable in his nativeFrance where males grew quickly into giant, insensitive brutes, he hadread that "the British" (of whom Maggie Maguire might easily be one)liked to petticoat "bad little boys" as an occasional relief frombeating them with a cane.While a delicate boy like Blair might well prefer having his.