Cleo and Aspa always wore very short skirts and, whilst this improved Sybil's and my view of the world, it made for cold comfort in the Greek winter. ...he tights were a welcome addition. Even though I was warm blooded, my basic snake metabolism still appreciated the extra warmth. Both Cleo and Aspa persisted in wearing their microscopically short provocative skirts and the draught around their panties felt quite chilly. Although they waited at the taxi rank they did not have to hail a taxi. A. What’s your name?” I said, offering my hand.“Kelly Piper. Your kids are amazing. Juliette is a choreography genius, and Isaac’s lyrics are so uplifting! I’m loving ‘Children of the Butterfly.’”“Professional opinion, or amateur enthusiast?” I asked.“Both. I’m here for my news feed, reporting on the thirty year memorial celebrations around the solar system. This has been an incredible tribute performance.”“The location can’t be beat. With the backdrop of Earth in the distance, and those wings,. I was about to take off when I caught sight of a blonde woman approaching. Why in the hell did she look familiar?Again I started to move off when I looked harder, trying to bring up the enhancements of my eyes. I had to shake my head, what in the hell was going on? That female had a familiarity about her that reminded me of Christine.I had to shake my head again, that was impossible! I had seen the investigation records myself. Christine had been killed in action thanks to my callous, unfeeling. She suddenly yelped and shuddered as her first climax passed.I slid myself down between her slender thighs and my tongue took the place of my fingers, travelling the folds of her juicy little slit. She ran her fingers through my hair, giving it a tug now and then as I worked her into a moaning frenzy. With a loud groan, her legs closed and clamped my head in place as her hips bucked vigourously. The orgasm was intense and long as I sucked her clit between my lips and held her tight.I felt her.