He kissed her deeply moaning into her mouth as he withdrew his fingers from her, reaching over he grabbed the glass of wine off the table, wetting his...hand then rubbing on his cock. He moved over her, slowly entering her. He watched her face for any sign that she may want him to stop, her eyes were closed, her head tipped back, he thought she may want him to stop. Then he felt her hand on his hip, pulling him forward encouraging him forward. He obliged and sank deeper into her, she was so tight. “I’m so sorry.” I reply. “I can come back later.” “No, is okay. You stay. I turn sign now.” And she walks past me to the door and flips the worn cardboard sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ and, I notice, flips the lock on the door. It is my turn to look at her. She is an attractive woman who I think is about the same age as me and is blessed with silky shoulder-length black hair that shines as though it were recently burnished. Her look is exotic; piercing gray eyes centered in sockets that. We'll also be taking fighters to escort us in and we'll try to capture any Jumpships that are present. Because of that we'll be going in on both the Zenith and the Nadir drop points. Ladies and Gentlemen what we're expecting is an Invader class Jumpship at each drop point. We're going prepared for that. It might be something larger or something smaller." The Leopards are being configured as fighter carriers, I know they are not CVs but we are using them as such. Instead of Mechs each bay will. I smiled at her. ‘It’s okay.’ She cocked her head and smiled broadly. Full pouty lips outlined her straight white teeth. Becka was pretty woman, I decided. ‘Nobody complains to the owners?’ Becka sighed heavily. ‘That’s the owner’s son under table three.’ She flicked her head towards the man as two busboys arrived to lug his limp body into the kitchen. The doors swung shut again before I piped up with another question. ‘He’s not… cooking my breakfast… is he?’ Becka laughed at that and slid into.