We sat at the kitchen table still naked. As we were supping George told me he had spent some time on the web over the last couple of weeks and visited...a few sex sites. He had watched boys with girls, girls with girls and boys with boys. He told me that he enjoyed best watching the young boys and little girls and the boys with men, but was not so keen on the ones with girl on girl action. I said I had a few good porn videos and we could watch them together sometime. I asked him if he had a. "I shouldn't," she whispered, but her voice was laughing and her fingers traced my hip. I took her hair in my hands, and pulled her head back, covering her mouth with mine. Her lips were soft and wet and she opened them in invitation. I traced the outline of her lips with my tongue before pushing it deep inside. My thigh slid between hers and she clamped her legs about it in hunger. Her breasts were milky white, and seemed to swell beneath her bra. Pressed by time, I did not dawdle. Each button. '" Your friends got hurt? Why the hell are you standing here? Go see to your friends. I'll be along as fast as I can." She gave him a push. "Go."Talia was lying on her back with her eyes closed with a dreamy smile on her face. She opened her eyes, sat up, pulled her helmet off and scratched her head with both hands. There was a fist- sized crumpled, singed area in the center of her breastplate just above her heart. She took off her armor, stood up and stretched as if she'd just awakened from. She was indeed of a different class ofpeople than Miss Susan.She was born an upper-class Iranian boy, heir to an ancient businessdynasty, and grew up wanting to wear girls' clothes. When she wasthirteen, her father found her dressed as a girl, gave her a beating andthreatened to turn her over to the mullahs' morality police. She fled herfamily home that night, disguised as a young woman, wearing a smallfortune in her mother's jewels and hiding another small fortune in herbackpack.A fabulous.