Perhaps copying my wife's relaxed appearance, I was aware that Dorothy's sleeveless top was damp with perspiration and clinging to her ample, braless ...reasts. At one point, my wife had caught my eye and with her's, gestured toward Dorothy's prominent nipples. I grinned at her in acknowledgment, for our's was a easy and relaxed relationship and I appreciated her silent permission for me to ogle her lady friend.Our bedroom was in the very back, just aft of the bathroom. Forward of that was a. "It was an hour later that Ziva finally arrived. The Tagolian ship settingdown on the diplomatic pad. But the ship itself looked like it was aTramp Trader's ship, and it seemed like the pilot was inexperienced. Thething had made a hard landing, damaging one landing strut.Keeli and the rest stood off to the side waiting as the hatch opened, thegangway extending down to the surface of the pad. When no one steppedoff, Leonida and Lars led half a dozen Guardians up the ramp."We need a medical team. “Umm, maybe celebrate today’s deal in a novel way?” he replied.“Well, I am the boss outside as well as inside. Do you get it” I pulled his collar and said.“As you say, madam” he quickly looked into my eyes and said. I instantly knew it was going to be fun.I pushed him on the sofa and climbed on him. I started undressing him. I threw off his shirt and mine too. I took off my bra in a pop. He was awestruck as I let my melons out of the bra and bounced in front of his face.I sat on his crotch and. "So the General has kept everything for himself?"Jeff sighed. "I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong. He lives much as his troops do. Oh, his home is a little better, but certainly nowhere near what you're sitting in right now, and to be fair, his home is probably quite a bit less than what a typical General usually has. He still wears the same uniform and eats the same food as his people. And yeah, he's a dictator, if you will, but then again, that's debatably the most efficient type.