‘Did you sleep well?’ she asked with a modest, yet impish grin as her eyes admired his handsome body. ‘Yes I did,’ he rumbled. ‘Did you?’ ...��Yes, Sir, the best I have since your last visit.’ He noticed a touch of pink in her cheeks. ‘Are you blushing?’ he teased. The color deepened, spread. ‘Sir, you know that a simple pleasure slut does not blush,’ she mumbled. ‘Well maybe this morning you do not feel like a pleasure slut?’ ‘You are correct,’ she stammered, the blush spreading over her breasts. “ How about we meet up at about 7:30 tonight?” “Okay Mack. We,ll get our chores sorted out and meet here then!” they agreed. Turk Benson rode his mount into his coral, dismounted and entered the house to meet his wife Freida who was busy baking bread, the lovely smell filling the house. “Miss me Sweetie?” Benson took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. “ I sure did, Honey! I needed your big cock in my pussy, but all I had was my fingers! I still need your cock real bad!” “Quite an. As they are not relative to each other in an Einsteinian sense, they are in no way relevant to each other. From the point of view of a person in one of the craft, the other craft is undetectable as it approaches, since it is approaching faster than the light emitted or reflected from it. If you watch it approach, and continue watching in that direction after the craft has passed, the approaching light that does finally arrive after the craft has passed will be blue shifted beyond detectability,. Jodi slid off me and she reached down and started fondling my limp dick and she said, "You sure..." and the rest of what she said was lost as I fell into an exhausted sleep.At breakfast the next morning Jodi said, "You sure were inspired last night. I'd like to think that it was just me that was lighting your fire, but it wasn't, was it?" Of course it was you." No lover, I said "Just me" but what was lighting your fire was me and a supporting cast of what, ten, fifteen, twenty guys?"I guess I.