I closed my eyes for a few minutes to doze off, and when I opened them again to look over at her, she was fast asleep.I studied her profile, and the s...ape of her body underneath the knitted sweater she wore, and reaffirmed my initial assessment that she was rather cute. Her lips had a natural little pout to them. There was a very faint sprinkling of freckles on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, and I suspected that the slightly reddish sheen of her hair was natural. Her breasts pushed out. "I can recommend the hot pot," Tommy said, also having to fend for himself with Maureen away. I joined him at his table, and ordered two pints while waiting for my grub."Did Rebecca give you the 'long slow comfortable screw up against a wall' performance last night?" He asked. He grinned at the surprise showing on my face and continued, "She's lived around here for about six years, and has shagged every male from the age of sixteen to sixty five in West Drayton using that act, me included." He. This creature was truly fascinating in many ways. Here he was trying to attack her, yet she still desired his body. She wasn't attacking him. She was showing affection to his male form.He lessened the grip on her wrists and asked her more patiently, with kindness and arousal in his voice. The image of her pussy crossed his mind as he asked her, "Who are you?" I am Amber, of Slamboka." She purred, glad to be able to start calming this human's anger level down. Maybe she could save the mission. Eventually, it cleared up, but nothing would ever be the same again. That group of skeptics on the paranormal declared bankruptcy immediately, there were that many freaks running around.Recovery took twenty years, but the system is slowly falling back into place. Sure, there's a lot more brilliant criminals out there, but there's always that balance that comes in. Folks like John and I, willing to step in and stop the chaos before it kills us all. John has some expertise with his emotive.