I pulled up to a set of traffic lights with a lorry directly next to me. The lorry was an overseas delivery, so the driver was actually next to my sid... of the car. I looked up to the cab to see the driver smiling down at me. My coat was wide open with my huge tits, shaved pussy and erotic lingerie all on display. I smiled back at the lorry driver and parted my legs slightly, just enough to ensure that my smooth slit was now on display.The driver smiled not believing his luck. Winding his window. " I've never heard of it," admitted Sheila."That's not surprising," said Petal. "There are thousands of rogue colonies and Double Rainbow isn't especially notable for either its culture or its achievements." How did you happen to be transported on a slave ship?" Sheila wondered. "Is Double Rainbow a slave trading colony?" Not really," said Petal. "It's a hereditary dictatorship. It's a self-professed anarcho-syndicalist commune, ostensibly like Godwin, but something must have gone badly wrong. I wouldn't let the thing near my hole, however.I'm so happy with her, and we'd recently been discussing the next step: children. I'd like a little girl, of course. Boys just grow up to be men, and I despise men. Denise suggested in vitro fertilization, but it was really expensive. Each time the discussion would begin it would stop at the money issue.I began to think about alternatives. Denise still occasionally missed having a real penis in her, and our living together had synchronized our. It wouldn't be the last time, but over the years she began to straighten her act out, build a home life for young Lee and eventually to reconcile with her parents. There were relapses into the hell that was life with Leon; tempestuous reunions and violent breakups. But he had been out of their lives for almost two years when he killed that cop. He was on the run for ten days, and Melanie shivered every time she recalled that they caught him just a few blocks from the modest apartment she shared.