It would be a terrible thing to waste any of this wonderful food, after all. A few mouthfuls more for each of us, and then I lift your fork from the t...ble for the first time. Its cold metal touch makes you gasp as I pull it across your warm skin. Scraping the tines across the tops of your breasts, I smile at each gasping moan it wrings from you. You give a little shudder, and a hint of withdrawal before you catch yourself and push your chest further out, offering yourself proudly to a second. She had dark hair, and her youthful curves glowed in sensuality, as in a painting by an Old Master artist. She appeared to be teasing her panties away from her beautiful crotch. Her name was Francesca.How had he ever sunk to this? It started when he looked at a photo of her, taken a few years ago. He found himself fantasizing about her in the nude. He scanned the photo into his computer, then meticulously used the graphics editor to undress her and embellish her nudity. He and Francesca hardly. It really was hard to look away. “What else?” She whisper whined to me. “I followed those curves and loved every single one.” I said as I ran my hand down her stomach. She did have a bit of a belly, but it was sexy on her. “There is nothing sexier than a woman that wants to show off what she’s got.” I allowed both of my hands to run down her soft body and stop on her hips. “NNNNNNNN” she let out.“And then I saw these hips.” I said as I squeezed her body between my hands. “I knew I had to get my. I don't care if I have to try piloting this blasted thing back Home by myself or not. I am not expendable, no matter what Decision Maker thinks. Besides, Alpha-1 would never forgive me if I disappeared in the depths of space. Not to mention the ruckus Little One and it's generational sibs would raise, ' Miklit's thoughts ranged.What Miklit was unaware of, because the two beings had not communicated more than perfunctory greetings to each other since entering the ship. Was that the Pilot had.