The records relating to Vashti from before that incident were sketchy and unverifiable, but her career in the Mariner armed forces began not long afte.... She'd been an exemplary soldier who'd have risen rather faster through the ranks had the war vacated many more senior postings. There were several accounts of her plentiful sexual relationships and these were divided quite evenly between men and women. Such records were necessarily incomplete as there was no requirement to maintain them, but. The store detective sat with her back to the wall and pushed the phone to one side. Her body language had become very relaxed and she ran her hand up and down one leg, absent-mindedly. “I mean, perhaps we can deal with this, how shall I say, more imaginatively.” “Can you be a bit more specific?” asked Don. "Do you want us to pay for the wine or not?” Don ran a hand through his hair, which was flecked with grey and he furrowed his brow as he spoke. “Oh, you still have to pay. I just wonder how. Well one particularly wet night (it was London after all) I got the bus as normal, at the next stop an older lady got on and came upstairs for a smoke, other than me the upstairs was empty she looked at me and smiled she was perhaps late 40’s small frame with short black hair which was wet, I have always loved older women still do come to think of it, about half way up Cricklewood high road the bus decides to break down and the driver says it’s not going anywhere and it will be at least 30. He knew he was doing a good job. The fluids were now flowing freely from her pussy. He drank her abundant juices happily. This was his reward. Even though he wanted to fuck her badly, this reward was good enough to keep him satisfied, for now. The gentle sound of a tongue rasping through pussy lips was soft and erotic in the quiet room. It echoed off the walls, along with Lilly’s rasping breath. Lilly could smell the wonderful aroma of her own sex. Skipper’s senses were so inundated.