She pushed her pubis against his thigh, loving the feeling of wantonness that rushed through her.She felt his hand slide down over her breasts and dow... under her skirt, cupping her hot pussy. She moaned as they kissed and probed.Then John stepped away from her, smiling."We should be going," he said, checking his watch. "We have reservations."She grabbed her bag from beside the door and they walked out to his Jaguar. She ran her hand over the polished finish. The car was British Racing Green and. Combined with the “encouragement” of open piracy in some areas made interstellar travel and trade dicey. Better to stay home and safe rather than risk those ... foreign worlds, with things unfamiliar, after all.Then there was Identity. People wanted to believe that their origin, no matter how lowly, was better than others, and particularly better then nearby rivals. People did not want to be classified as a whole, in general. They wanted to divide the universe into US and THEM. Who US and THEM. I lick my lips. You pour yourself more water, and now I know what you are up to. Bastard. You point to my cunt and I take the nail clippings and reluctantly insert them carefully in my very sensitive pussy. The nails are sharp, so I am fearful of the prick I will receive when each nail scratches me inside. I dread this, but I do it for you. You sit back and drink your third glass of water. After they are placed inside, you pull at my ankles so I scoot forward and you bring your chair forward.. As we continued, Ken Spagnoletti appeared out of the slowly revolving lights. I moved away from Billy, just for a moment. Grabbing Ken's arm, I pointed to Joan Bird. Ken let out a low, soft chuckle, as he nodded. Downing the last of his drink, he sauntered in her direction. I knew that Danny Bird's mind was on getting some pussy. If I didn't point someone her way, Joan might be in for a lonely evening. Perfect hostess, huh?A great "Jitter Bug" song started to play. I pulled on Billy's hand. He.