Previously the aliens' appetite to learn as much as they could of virtually all disciplines had been voracious; they asked endless questions, absorbed...the answers with the full power of their collective intellect, and returned with yet more questions and more again.But following Zo and Hill's wedding the flow of questions had bit by bit slowed. The natives remained as cooperative as ever about helping the humans with their own acquisition of knowledge about both themselves and their planet, but. Just how long might it continue? ‘Why didn’t I see you in the BA lounge?’ I asked. I surprised myself with my reaction. Rather than ask the obvious ‘what brings you here?’ I instead asked a more mundane question, as if I’d almost expected her sexy self to be there. ‘Not a big fan of complications. Drop off, security, baggage check, head to gate. Here I am. So how’re you, Doll?’ ‘Heading back home I take it?’ I asked, finally getting back to basics. ‘Jerome and I are on hols at the moment, as. I have visitors in town this weekend, but since you're in the middle of a move to the 909, we probably won't have a chance to get together for at least a week or more. I've got a fairly heavy work schedule next week but I should be free for the weekend. If you're settled by then, we might find some time to play.Speaking of play, I was in the middle of composing a short fantasy about your desire to experience your first encounter me as a BDSM virgin when I realized I'd been negligent about. James was at my house – I was just about to leave when he got chance to talk to me alone in the hallway. I had been avoiding him until then. I have to admit that every-time I thought about what I had let him do that I got a thrill. I enjoyed it when he fingered me and brought me off – and his cock was amazing, so thick and long. But I had decided that it was too risky with him being so old and married, not to mention what might happen if my parents found out that I had been letting their friend.