I was visiting my Aunt on a cold and blustery winter day interested more in her delicious scones and real English tea when I met a Mrs. X with her lon... distinctive flowing hair and impressive breasts that were reputed to be a gift from the Gods and not some cosmetic doctor. I will call her Mrs. X because her husband was a foremost political figure and most protective of his wife's honor. He was famous for his vindictive and obsessed fits of jealousy that had claimed several victims recently.. "They could see the ICA1 Commander talking and presumed he was addressing others around him. After a few moments he replied with, "You were told to only answer our questions. Since you disobeyed, you will be punished. In responding you've admitted to being thieves and renegades by being in control of ships belonging to the Imperial Council, in violation of our laws. NOW, you will immediately place each of OUR ships into hibernation mode. Everyone will go to the hangar deck unarmed and kneel. He enclosed me in a hug, and lightly brushed his lips against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I invited him inside, and he sat on the modern white leather couch framing the living room. I made my way towards him, with a drink in each hand; a whiskey for him, and martini for myself. As a set the drink on the glass table, he grabbed me from behind aggressively and pulled me onto his lap. I sat straddling him, taking in his piercing brown eyes. His sexy smirk invited me to meet my lips to. I gained the top of the hill and pulled out her statue after dismounting. I stroked up and down the figures naked body, feeling the breasts. It came to life, shuddering and shivering. She looked around as I sat her on the hill.“You’re out!” she said in delight as she grew. “That’s wonderful, Sven.”“Now we just have to see if you’re anywhere near here,” I said as she grew taller and taller, her alabaster form swelling. Aingeal’s enchantment worked as promised. Though I still missed Ava’s rose.