Was it me being lucky or not? Khusboo finished the cooking and called me to have lunch.I did not care what she cooked. My mind was entirely occupied b... her hot body. Was it me unromantic and being perverted? I enjoyed the lunch though. Khusboo was a good cook. I have forgotten all sabjis now. But it was good then.I told her to sit at my side. She happily complied. She sat on my left side which was good for me. I placed my hand on her thigh as I ate. I rubbed gently on her thigh. She did not. One team brought up the idea of natural refrigeration for our food. What was the physics behind an ice cave? Could we make one or two of our own? Hell, we could fake it with our technology, and initiating a thick frozen pond in a new cave with foamed rock for insulation would certainly kick start one, but if we added the natural mechanisms to maintain a freezing temperature within it without any intervention, now that would be something to be prized.Farming would only take us so far, as would. ’ At that moment I managed to free the wire, my hands now covered in grease and oil. I started to slide out from under the car. ‘Not so fast, just stay there. Your van doors are open so my Mother can’t see a thing, even if she wakes up, the car is blocking any other view.’ Jean, stood up, and slipped her and up under her skirt and pulled down her panties, then she straddled me, and as she lowered herself down, she reached down and pulled the top of my shorts down, releasing my hard seven inch. “Oh hey Tom” Julia said as she came out of her bedroom wearing her typical hip-hugger blue-jeans and plain t-shirt. “You got the stuff?”Julia had fought an addiction with drugs since she was a teenager, with her longest sober streak being the four years where she had been able to get her life together long enough to put a down payment on the house the family had lived in when they had first met the Konders family, but always ended up falling back into relationships that allowed her to live that.