Short dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, curves in all the right places. A figure hugging black dress, cute red heels that added to my height. I had rea...ly gone all out to look my best. And for what? For a party that was beyond my realm of caring since he wasn’t even here to distract me from everyone else who had shown up. I pushed off the door and sashayed to the bathroom counter, leaning against it. I leaned closer to the mirror and pressed my lips to it, kissing my reflection. I pulled away,. Hadn't she led him along, flirting and carrying on with him at the tennis court? He was only human. And a male. And males took things differently than females . . . regardless of familial ties. She had read somewhere that males think of sex every seven or so seconds. So how could she blame him? And dressing up in her tiny tennis outfit. That was just like taunting him. Daring him. Why hadn't she worn a regular pair of shorts like she usually did when she played tennis? But no, she had to show. She feels my body lurch as her teeth makes contact, but not once did I ever stop.When her body fell limp, she moved away and leaned up against the mirror, spreading her legs wider for me again. When I placed my hands under her knees, She knew I had a different idea. I stopped quickly to lift her legs up and place her ankles onto my shoulders. When I was securely in-between her legs again, I continued to fuck her, my thrusts were like a pile driver hard and deep.My hands gripped onto her thighs. Once transferred to R1, they were met by Avers crewmen who handed each four seal bags and advised the Havildar and Naiks on their purpose. The group were ushered to the troops' lounge and instructed on strapping in. A short briefing was translated by the Havildar on what to expect and R1 returned to hyper. The Ghorkhali had been advised by Sir Henry about the unwisdom of even small meals and Barati had simply made that an order. Despite that, there were some uncomfortable people when R1.