Another damn soldier, ran through her mind. Does he think, or is it beaten out of all of them during their training?Lovely man, though, her thought ...ontinued idly. Wish I'd met him in another context.Still she delayed as her eyes wandered about the room, taking in its minimal accouterments and Spartan tidiness. She returned her eyes to Igwanda himself, who sat stiffly across the table that divided them."I expect you hung your towel up neatly, too," she murmured."Madam, this is not a social. Agnes and I regained our happy domesticity and spent blissful days in each other’s company. I spent some time at my computer doing research for our next trip while Agnes continued her studies of the Grimoire. She hoped someday to be able to travel forward in time. One afternoon Agnes came into my study and began teasing me with her bare breasts, rubbing them against my chest as she straddled my lap.I drew one of her nipples into my mouth, suckling on it. When I released it her eyes were bright. A breath escaped her as she landed on the bed and fell back; my mouth captured her even before the bounce of the mattress raised her back up. My hands grasped her legs behind the knees and raised them over her and attacked her pussy as all my knowledge and expertise came in to play. She hoarsely rasped out another untranslatable utterance of pleasure and I drank of her fountain of honey sweet juices once again. My tongue thrust into the wet snug walls and found her grip severe around it, her. Once in the dark parking lot, he charged ahead, leading me to his car, a dark and low Japanese model of some sort. He didn’t bother holding the door for me, just clicked the button unlocking the doors and hopped in the driver’s side. I followed on the passenger side. By the time my butt hit the seat, he was already turning the keys in the ignition. A moment later, low sounds of electronica were coming from the speakers. “You got a condom?” I asked. He just grunted as he threw the car in reverse.