At fourteen, could that even be possible? If so, why was I fighting it? I concluded that if that were really true, if I really believed that, then I w...uldn’t be in the conundrum I found myself in. Birgit and Becky simply wouldn’t factor into the equation.But they did. Becky was the one who had blindsided me. Sure, I was surprised by Jennifer, but the clues were there if I had looked. For the life of me, I couldn’t think of anything I had missed with Becky that would have prepared me for what. Bring you inside of me slowly. I want to forget about fast climax focused sex, but simply and purely to cover your body with mine. I want your hands to move over me, treasuring every detail, love on every imperfection while I learn your whole body in complete detail. I want you... I want to feel the physical proof of your arousal pressed intimately against me, before feeling every centimeter of you as you penetrate me, as your arms pull me close. I want to feel every hair from your chest. ’“You think?”‘Nothing I can find to detect a phase shift, John.’“Good enough for me,” I nodded, getting the rest of my team’s mental acknowledgements as well.‘I’ll wait till they are further away though, just in case I’m wrong and they come charging in.’“Any idea how they managed to sneak up on us?”‘Yes, John, they used a form of cloaking device on their sleds. I’ve worked out a counter for it and they won’t be able to do it again.’“Seems they’re determined to figure out who is messing them. The above components combined in the shapely, if malign, form of the person my wife was meeting after work that evening:?Chrissy?. The ex-wife of my former friend, Gordon, and an out-and-out bad influence.The purest, twenty-one-carat, bitch, in fact, ever to have been born with a great pair of legs and magnificent tits.Legs and, especially, tits that made her initially popular with the men of our little set - while, understandably, getting a cooler reaction from their wives.Mine apart, that.