Anyone, it seemed, except me. Guys would home in on her, chatting her up and sniffing around her everywhere we went. She would just let them, and igno...e me when they hung around her. Don’t know what I’d done to deserve these mind games. She’d even begun to watch my reaction as she flirted with other men, I could tell. Then she’d ask subtle things to suss me out afterward. I could tell she did it to see what effect it had had on me. It was turning me on in a way, I can’t deny. I hated the pain. "Probably breathing fumes from that 'mock' fire under there. Come on, I'm taking you with me." No, Doctor, really, I'm fine now," she protested, starting to rise."I'll be the judge of that," McCoy snapped. Taking hold of her elbow, he led her to the turbolift.In the infirmary, Nurse Chapel and the others were fixing up the last of the few real casualties from the war game -- a few bumps and bruises, nothing serious. While they finished up, McCoy ushered Uhura into his private examining. God she looked so hot. I kept thinking, a big black stranger is travelling across London even now to fuck her full of his cum. Wendy did not plan to necessarily let him fuck her at all, and certainly not till after lots of slow stroking and foreplay. Plus we had bought a batch of condoms from a chemist at the station. Though bareback had been in our fantasies, I was relieved. At least if my wife did fuck this guy then she would make sure they used protection. Wendy insisted my little cock was. “Yes, we spoke to your mother and she said absolutely not. She didn’t want it.”There it was again. The elephant in the room. But what was it? Why would Mother not want a beautiful place like this? What was there that kept her away from here, even to the extent of knowing she was making me unhappy? No furtive looks this time, just that statement. I could just ask, if I had a bit more courage. But I doubted they’d tell me. They had to know of my constant curiosity about that but they volunteered.