Nor Christmas Day, or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that.She did manage to get dressed on Sunday, but only because both ...he and John didn't feel that it was right to eat their Christmas dinner in bathrobes. It wasn't turkey, but John managed to find a couple of steaks in the freezer.It was quite the nicest Christmas she could remember; certainly the best she'd had in many years.It was Thursday before she made it back to her apartment on Point Drive, and she only. “I know, I know. Sorry Kate but these tight flexible bodies are driving me crazy!” he said as he put his hand on my upper thigh. He was getting even hotter as he began sliding his hand up towards my panties, which for some reason was rapidly growing quite wet. “There’s no need to say your sorry Mark. If you weren’t hard while looking at them it would mean your heart wasn’t beating anymore.” I quickly got up and started to walk out again, not because of the chores this time, but for the. Physically. As strong as I used to be. She gives me a phone number. A new friend of hers. Wants to meet me. I doubt it. A woman. I promise to call the number. I return home. If I were a woman I'd cry. I call the number. She's another spacer. We arrange to meet for lunch. She says she'll recognize me. I guess so. My case must be all over the agency by now. Spacers keep track of each other. I could find out about her if I knew her full name. Ruth just called her Lucina. I get to the restaurant. One of the boys started walking toward her as I took up a spot that was out of sight, but close enough to hear what was being said."Well hello, Sue. Is this the bikini you were describing earlier?"As soon as he said this, my cock began to harden. I knew it was the booze that prompted her little venture, but this time I didn't plan on interrupting her. She just loved to flirt but she'd never go beyond that. At least I was pretty sure she wouldn't. I began to wonder if the boys would honor her.