Finishing, she stood up and asked “By the way, we give buffalo milk to everybody, but Saheb if you want, I can also bring cow’s milk for you.”I ...ould never make out the difference between the two, and frankly didn’t care anyways. All the same, I decided to make use of this question to try and get a little naughty with her. “Do you have any other milk other than cow and buffalo milk?” I asked in a straight tone.Confused, she looked at me and replied “Which milk do you like Saheb? We only keep. Since you asked, Private Meyer, tell me what is the major problem we face trying to evacuate people from Earth?”“Lack of capacity, sir. We don’t have enough ships and those we do have aren’t big enough.”“Right. And to solve the problem we are planning to build bigger ships. Much bigger ships. Our new Cube Ships will each carry 250,000 colonists, a quarter of a million people.”That brought some gasps of amazement from round the table, Craig included. These new ships would be huge, roughly. She was sprawled on the couch and I slowly lifted her skirt up until my buddies could see she how nicely she keeps herself clean shaven. That got them going, my buddy Biff said he'd give me 500 bucks if I'd let him fuck her. Hearing that, Meg seemed to wake up to what I was doing and I was in the dog house for a week. My buddies scurried out of the house and I was left to face my wife's wrath. She told me that if she wanted those guys she would of married them. That she wasn't something to be. She looked slightly older, less girlish than I remembered her, but perhaps I was only imagining it because I was looking for some sign that she’d changed. Matured. Expecting her to be the adult she was supposed to have grown into. Probably thinking the same about me, she discreetly eyed me up and down before gesturing to the seat opposite hers. I thanked her and we sat down. After exchanging the preliminary ‘How-the-devil-are-you’s and ‘You-look-well’s we ordered coffee and relaxed into the.