Other than that, he showed no particular emotion. Finally, we went looking for a café again and I began to talk with Martina about our usual topics. ...he was a little embarrassed to talk about her sexual problems and fantasies in front of Triss and I didn't want to make it uncomfortable for her. Triss was understanding and laid back as much as he could.She seemed to go through a rougher time than she would let on, but between the lines I could hear she needed someone to talk to and had missed. As you learned in the initial briefing for this mission, none of the males on Amazonia wear male clothing. I know that most of you have never admitted this fact to anybody, but now you will have to live openly with this reality. It will comfort you to know that a surprisingly large number of your fellow Marines actually fit the profile, so we picked only the best candidates from the thousands of insecure macho types we found."Also, we tested for submissive tendencies as related to relationships. He kept talking about football as I tried not to glance down or stare at his cock... which was hard (not his cock, not looking at it and drooling like a coed slut)... like my own had again become at the sight of his impressive member and the idea of actually sucking cock for the first time.Of course, like checking out a student with excessive cleavage, or Mrs. Walker and her amazing legs always encased in pantyhose, I couldn't resist taking quick glances.It was a few minutes of vague listening,. “Then the next morning, you really surprised me. You told my Mom you hadn’t proposed to me and didn’t plan to do so. That was when it really dawned on me that I was affecting you in a way similar to the way you were affecting me. We both just accepted that we would be married. Now we are doing our utmost to get me pregnant. Do you have any idea what is happening between us? I suspect something unusual is pushing us together, and it isn’t the letter telling us that Granddad had monitored us and.