It could end up being my last one.”“Meal or battle?” she asked, smirking.“My last meal, obviously. I’ll be fighting for many years yet if I ...ave my way.”Veria, Pygmaean HomeworldWarvyn Industries Shipyard, Orbiting Veria08:40 PTT (12:40 EDT)A man stood in his office on the Warvyn Industries Shipyard with his hands clasped behind him while he looked out the large window that took up the entirety of outside wall. He was standing tall, looking at the hundreds of ships coming to and going from the. Now she knew, and all thoughts flew from her mind as she lowered her beautiful head, her eyes holding Simon's until her hair fell over her face, and kissed the dark red tip. As she knelt over Simon she felt hands on her waist, and she knew it was Rico, it had to be Rico. His hands spread her cheeks and she felt his breath there, sending a shiver through her body, felt an overpowering quake in her cunt as his tongue touched just below her asshole, then continued down,. By now I had lost all track of time and just wantedthe waves to continue forever. If this was one of Tok's tests to seeif she could scramble my thought processes, she had me at the firstlick.Then, just as smoothly and gently as she brought me a fever pitch, Tokeased me back down. Her manipulations of my clitoris lightened up andsmoothed out to a gentle massage. She lapped my labia one last timebefore returning to my breasts where she gave each a gentle lickingbefore she eventually rolled. " Wilson looked hurt, so I added, "It was before you came down Wilson." Okay, then let's go there," he said.After dinner we stopped for some cokes and a bag of ice from the pier and of course caramel popcorn. I would have to run some extra miles for all that sugar and sugar substitute.We were on the last night of film before our return when Wilson and I both saw him at the same time. "Son of a bitch," I said. "He could be our man." I have never seen him there before," Wilson said. "He is very.