I was angry but Grandfather soon soothed away my furrowed brow, he was almost 70, and put his arm around me in the back of the cab.I dozed off, with t...e sudden lull of mental anguish, drink, and warmth in the cab. For how long I slept, I am unsure, but we had skipped going to my house first and finished up at his, but before that realisation, there was another, I woke up with my Grandfathers hand under my skirt, nestling warmly on my bare thigh, between my stockings tops and my panties.As the. Go figure. I filled them in on how that conversation triggered my curiosity about having sex with men, crossdressers, couples, and the whole lifestyle. Then, I filled them in about losing my bi-curiosity virginity to Robert and becoming a member of their bi-group just two years before in Maryland and some adventures in Atlanta. Lastly, I told them about my week in Dallas I had just spent. Both of them had wicked smiles. Jerry smiled and asked, “Jennifer, are we ready to take this upstairs?” . We talked and ate. And of course, drank the cheap wine in styrofoam cups. Classy. "So how has today been going for you?" I asked her."Good, till you came. Then it got fantastic."I looked at her longingly. Aching for her. My hand slid toward hers and I put my hand over hers. She stared at me, that same longing stare I held. I pulled back, and leaned against the tree widening my legs.She slid into them and I wrapped my arms around her waist.She rested her hands on mine as we watched the sun. The Sa'arm bodies, at least what was left of them, were being gathered and after dissection, incinerated. The shattered remains of the Venti-class ship itself was covered under an inflatable Quonset-hut-style structure for further analysis, being the closest that anyone in the Confederacy had come to actually inspecting such a craft.It was now well after midnight by the Earth hours that the colony kept. The exhausted defenders were gathering their kit and returning to either Camp Shackleton or.