Her eyes traced his jaw, a shape she always enjoyed. The snoring wasn’t so attractive though. But she did want him. She always did when she awoke fr...m that dream. Rolling on to her side, she snaked her hand under the duvet and stroked her fingers across his abdomen. He didn’t stir, and even though the tone of his muscles was less taut, she could still feel their shape. Her stroke changed direction and descended down to find his cock. It was half swollen, like it always was in the morning. It. Mostly it was empty magazines but there was a body screen and a combat harness. I put the pistol in the bag, it used a twelve millimeter plasma rounds. The Ghost used the same type of ammo and I wrapped and attached it to the top of the bag.Mr Marks barely glanced at me when I introduced myself. He nodded to a large cargo shuttle that was being loaded, "put your gear aboard and help load."I set my bags with the stacks of other personal bags before I went to help. It took a couple of hours. The smashed one was beyond fixing. Mrs. James accepted the news, gave her driver some coins and elbowed me.“Let’s go outside,” she said, “it’s a pleasant day and I need some diversion.”I found that an interesting word, left my unloaded musket in a corner of the bar and followed her along a lane to a small stream. We talked of the war and of Maryland and Connecticut, where she was from, and then we stopped at the bridge and at her instigation, we kissed, gently at first, her hands high on my. As she began to ride up and down we heard the stairs creaking and we briefly froze as we heard Charlie walk past our bedroom to the bathroom. The hall light was enough for him to have seen everything. We kept going and began whispering and giggling about the thought of him watching us. Hearing the bathroom door then the approaching footsteps I half expected my wife to stop and jump under the covers. She instead kept riding away. We waited to hear the stairs creaking with hearts racing, they.