I stand a slim 5'4" 105lbs with long dirty blonde hair and big blue eyes. I also have a nice firm pair of 36D's that are just asking to be sucked and ...queezed. My bottom half is even better, measuring in at a lovely 36 inches with a pussy that is trimmed to expose my soft and tender lips.I met this black guy named Josh at a club in Korea. He was so sexy, and had a VERY nice ass. He walked up and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said sure and asked for a budweiser. We had a casual conversation to. We clattered across the track junctions, rocking my knees as I strained to keep them together, glancing occasionally up at my leering fellow passenger, then down to his crotch to see if there was a reaction, I was randy as hell, I wanted to throw my legs apart and let them take me, but I just settled for the gentle rocking motion and the squeezing of my thighs together, pulling your knickers up tight before sitting down does give you the option of using the friction across your clitoris, to. I hadn't cared all that much about what was happening here before. Now I was realizing that if I wanted this person I really ought to be learning about her as well as telling her more about myself.Hera seemed initially confused by this new, far more conciliatory, tone of mine. I don't blame her for being rightfully suspicious considering how we'd been sparring with each other since we'd met, but she came around surprisingly fast. Perhaps it was her ability to hear the thoughts behind my voice. The legitimate brokers carried cards, not knives.I am ex-FN Captain Henry Sullivan. A cashiered and exiled remnant of the Earth/Luna war. When hostilities had ceased, and the parties involved had come to a mutually agreeable cease-fire. The FN had provisionally reopened the trade routes. There had also been the not unexpected reductions in naval forces. In those situations, it was to your best benefit if you had patrons in high places. Unfortunately, the few patrons I had were inside the FN.