I slid my hand inside her t-shirt and was caressing her back. What a smooth skin she had. I guess this was a very sensitive part of her body as she st...rted biting my earlobes.My other hand reached her legs. Those were one of the best legs I had ever seen. Smooth like silk. I inserted my hand inside her Bermuda and felt her ass. I started caressing her ass over her panty. Suddenly she moved and said lets go to the bedroom. She was on heat and I was waiting for this moment.She sat on her king. Then there was a little phosphate mining until an eccentric Englishman had tried to create a banana plantation there in the 1920s. That had not lasted and the place had been uninhabited ever since. In the build up to the Pacific war, Navy scout planes had performed a thorough survey of Cobb, but the Combined fleet headquarters had determined there was little of value there for occupation. Since then, it was nothing but a fly spot on the chart set in a vast field of blue.We duly squeezed through. Unfortunately he also implicated pre-cancerous cells in my testes andprostate. Pretty male stuff, I reckoned. That's when it was all taggedtogether and presented to me. To stop the overactive immune response, andcancer of the blood, the pre-cancerous testes could be removed, andadditional progestins would be prescribed to control the prostate cancer.To ensure that my body didn't react to the female hormones by trying toproduce male hormones, which apparently it could do by breaking. "I was passing, saw your light..." Mrs. Taylor?" I told you I prefer Ronnie," she started but then her eyes opened wide in shock when, with one hand, I swept everything on my desk flying across the room. "What?" she asked as I walked towards her.I lifted her easily and dropped her pretty little butt on the edge of the desk. Ripped the buttons from her silk blouse as I bared her tits, high; proud, pink capped melons that just begged a hungry mouth."Please, no... oh God, I didn't," she whimpered.