Clare attempted to pull the discussion back to the point but was sidetracked by Morg's observation that the Terran nations were once again aiming at r...gaining control of the colonies and a corollary point as to just whom would SHOW prefer to be the major colonising power.Into the ensuing silence as that morsel was digested came the muted conversation between Orville, Cedric and Derrin. Absent cerebral cortices into which the Companions could tap, Derrin had to rely upon speech or electronic. Letting my hand move slowly up and down her soft belly caressing its contours I'd work my way down to her thighs and finally back up to her hairy mound. Parting her labia I'd gently find and tease her clit while she ground her bum against my cock and the more I rubbed the more juice she'd ooze over my probing fingers!Knowing that this was the moment is always so exciting - you want to fuck her and she wants you to fuck her too! She'd lift up her left leg letting me push my fingers deep into her. If you'd like me to make some proper coffee for the meeting ..', she tailed off and continued to stare at my legs as a mischievous smile started to play around her lips. She took my hand. 'She's working tonight - your wife I mean - isn't she?'. 'She is', I almost whimpered, now trying to hide another embarrassment working its way up my panties and pushing against the plush dressing gown. 'Well, we've got an hour before the meeting, why don't you come downstairs with me and help with the coffee?. But before Sandra my idea of a long-term relationship was anything over three hours. My motorcycle and my drinking buddies seemed to be the center of my life. But after meeting Sandra things changed. I actually put on a clean shirt when we went out. I started to really care about my appearance. A pair of jeans without holes was no longer considered getting 'dressed up'. People noticed the change. There was one less guy at the bar drinking beer every night. My buddies missed me, but I didn't.