"Perhaps I don't want to ask permission," Peter responds."Jim will have to ask permission," Chris continues, "and not just from me. He'll have to ask ...is wife first. I don't think you'll be happy if Jim fucks her before you do. Come here, Moll. Stand with your bottom to me and spread your legs."Chris easily slips her second and third fingers into Moll's cunt and probes gently for several seconds. "You really don't know what you're missing, Peter."The doorbell rings a few minutes later."Would. She seemed to be taking the lead as to where we were going, turning down a side street that was a lot darker than the main street. I put my arm around her waist and steered her into a doorway, there we started to kiss. She took my face in both her hands and like the night before kissed me fiercely, her tongue going deep into my mouth. I loved it, my arms went around her to pull me too her as we did and pushed my leg between hers.She was responding as I'd hoped, I undid her coat buttons and got. “I have an aunt who canned, and I loved to help her when I was a teenager. Plus, I did some research on our database.”Morales didn’t look happy. “I know we need all those things if we’re to preserve our food properly, but I hate that you had to use your money, Baby.”“Why not? As I’ve said over and over, I have a savings account with a substantial figure. I was off-planet so much in the last few years that I could spend very little of my payday, and the General is still paying me. Besides, it. I figured out pretty quick that I could get anything I wanted from my folks if I just played nice. I was helpful around the house, wasn't mouthy and did my best to get along.As a result, my parents let me get away with shit my siblings would have had to fight pitched battles to get.Among those things was the OK to go into the city for rock concerts. I guess they figured it was a losing battle, plus they liked my best friend that I went with, mostly because his folks always took us and picked us.