"That was quick;" replied McCock, "explain the working out just to satisfy me you have not just plucked a number from the depths of your convoluted th...ught processes." Aggy, you will have to learn to trust your subordinates more. The whole purpose of your recent thinking has been basically to obtain missiles. That led me to the next logical step; control of said missiles in a conflict environment. Unless you intend using them as decorations for your ships? No? See, we are thinking on the same. Something would clearly have to be done.With his military responsibilities shelved, Igwanda had gradually been assuming the role of logistics coordinator of the mission. His principal achievement thus far had been to solve the chronic water problem in the meadow. Rather than have the aliens continue to haul flagon after flagon, he had, with their permission, arranged for diversion of the nearby river from which they'd been taking it. Fashioning shaped charges from the blaster rounds, his task. He was either incredibly blessed or incredibly turned on. I like to think it was the second thing!I would suck his cock, he would cum twice. It was our thing and I loved it. I didn't think he actually wanted anything more until our fourth time together. I happily gave him a blowjob one afternoon and he shot his wonderful cum in my mouth. As he layed back, recovering, waiting for round two, I went to his frig to get something to drink. I was surprised to discover that he had followed me into the. He took an instant disliking to me when I insisted that I read some papers he wanted Cassandra to sign, before she did so. Not that Cassandra was going to sign them anyway, because she was still refusing to accept that she was Cassandra.I didn't get to read the papers and Cassandra didn't sign them. So I suppose you could say that the encounter ended in a draw.A little later - whilst Cassandra was resting in her room - I went for a walk in the clinic's grounds and had a long conversation with.