"Nguyen was clearly confused, "He can do that?"McKinsey laughed. "Phaninath has many skills. He's a versatile international chef. Aswani does most of ...he traditional Indian cooking, but with Phaninath we can choose from a wide variety of cuisines. Perhaps we can get our botanists and the captains of the two ships to join us as well. Shall we say 1900 hours?"Both Budzinski and Miller's pods were to be dropped that afternoon. Second Platoon had priority due to their being sent back to Demeter on. "He spoke a few words to me as he retired last night. The candlemark was late; that is likely why he is not yet present this morning."Jollis nodded again, though he did not accept the explanation. Master Kyllos was like the mountain: old, yet formidable and strong. His Master could go days without sleep if needed.And he could tell Yonlas was anxious about something. He gave the faithful Cohort a small smile. "You appear to be expressing the same consternation I will not allow myself to express. Lynn comes back with a beer for me and a drink with an umbrella for her. She scoots in right next to me and we proceed to catch up on the past telling stories and cracking wise, we are having a great time, laughing and carrying on, we've had had few refills on our drinks and we are really enjoying each others company, then I decide to see if I can get lucky, I put my hand down and gently start to rub Lynn's thigh through her sundress, with a slight pause in our conversation she does not stop. Damn!, irritation flashed in her mind, but was almost instantly replaced with primal lust. “Mornin Cunt”, he said in his deep, but raspy, I just woke up, voice. He drove his knee between her legs, nudging her to take heed, move her feet, and spread her legs apart for him. Taking his two fingers he glided them smoothly down the center of her spine, along the crease of her ass and between her legs, feeling her drenched cunt with juices already flowing down her inner thighs, parting her sweet.