“I” they stammered in unison, laughing nervously. Again “I”, together… more laughter and they settled down. Susan spoke first. “I don’t ...now where this is going,” she whispered. “But where ever it is, I want to go there.” “So do I,” Dalia replied and she felt her nipple straining against the silk. Susans’ fingers toyed with the buttons of her top and began releasing them, one at a time slowly moving down. Her legs uncrossed and Dalia glimpsed a flash of copper bronze thigh. Susans’ breasts. I wrestledfor minutes, before I was finished with one leg and starting on theother. Again, pulling and tugging, and pushing and twisting. Anythingto get this thing on. It was cold and my progress was being scrutinizedby the leather man intently. He said nothing. He just stood there withthe lantern staring. Both of my feet and legs resided in very tight and heavy leggings. Theywere like a second skin. I still didn't know if it was rubber, orleather, or PVC, or something else. It was. It was the first time since Audrey's death that it truly came to him that he was alone again. He'd been so grieved by her death that he hadn't really thought of the days ahead. The coming weeks, months and years without her. Years in which he might have watched his child grow. He'd told Keen the story he'd related when undercover as the courier was just something he made up for his cover. She saw right through that. Of course it was true. And here he was again, and all he had left in this world. Then he realized he hadn'treplied to her question. "Ummm, right!... Yes, nowI remember... Sherri." Riker couldn't take his eyes off hertits. "Ah.. where are you off to... umm... Sherri?" The girl noticed Riker's interest and stepped closer, a glazed, lustful look suddenly coming over her pretty, young face "Do you want to fuck me, Commander?", she whispered, pressing herself against him. Riker, gasped as he felt hertits mash into his chest and.