If you've read my previous stories you'll know how we met but for those that haven't I'll briefly explain. I'd been fucking a mature slut from work fo...lowing a works Christmas party. The woman in question was the filthiest woman I'd ever been with, there was nothing she would say no to. After a couple of wild nights we had extended the invite to a friend of mine and the three of us enjoyed a threesome. The following week Christine asked that we do it again only this time she'd bring a friend. "You're right, of course. Everything is fine." Damned straight."She moved her hands up to her shoulders, placing them on top of his. They stayed like that, looking out over the now empty bridge. All was right with the universe.Lessa was getting a LITTLE pissed at her companion Shelly. Walking down the central corridor of the ship towards their cabin, the girl was much too bouncy. In more ways than one. While her pants were long, form fitting, and ALMOST regulation, somewhere she had found a. When I got a reply from her back a few days later, I was pleasantly surprised at just how amused by my rhyme she really was. Not only did she seem quite taken by my efforts, but she responded with a rhyme of her own. As I sit here in my lonely dorm, Wishing I had you to keep me warm, Wishing you could hold me tight, Help me make it through the night, Surrounded by others, yet all alone, Can’t wait to hear you on the phone. That weekend was our weekend for our bi-weekly phone calls. We talked. I had gotten about ten pages when I realized it was really quiet. I looked up to see Mr. Eckhers, Melissa, and Lavi watching me.“What?” I asked.“You are relaxed,” said Mr. Eckhers. “Your shoulders are down, slightly slouched, you enjoy reading?”“Yeah.”“Tell me about the book,” he said.So, I did. He asked questions. I discussed the structure so far and the challenges in creating a modern addition to the Holmesian body that wasn’t a reinvention or homage.“Ah, yes, I think I see now,” he said but.