She’s spending a couple of weeks here whilst her parents sort a few things out.”“Getting divorced, you mean,” Jade says to her aunt. “You ca... say it, it’s not a bad word or a secret.”Mrs MacCleary seems a bit ill at ease, suddenly, whereas Jade has spoken with much emotional detachment. “Well, how about you two kids go upstairs until dinner’s ready?”“Sounds good,” Jade says, gesturing you to follow her. She leads you to a bedroom, the walls of which are completely white, without any type of. Amongst therubble were barred window frames which made her wonder whether they wereto keep intruders out or the inhabitants in. There were also several ironbedsteads and mattresses. The covering of one of the latter was torn atthe corner and poking through the tear was what looked like some sheetsof pink notepaper. Being Sunday there was nobody around so she steppedonto the site and pulled out a dozen or more sheets of notepaper. Therewas handwriting in a very cursive script on both sides of. Octavia had also disillusioned Calix about the viewing dome. It turned out the large dome wasn’t on the surface of the moon at all. Instead, the viewing dome was just under the surface and, while the windows were real (created by nanites), what was beyond them were merely holograms taken from sensors on a much smaller dome immediately above. People could actually walk out carefully hidden doors at different points around the main viewing dome. The hidden hallways led to a Marine Surface. Come on in," said Carla.It was possible that never in the history of mankind had there been two such hot cunts in the same place at the same time. If cunts had been made of uranium, their two seething pussies would have reached critical mass and set off a nuclear explosion.They went into the living room, both squishing as they walked."Want a drink?" asked Carla."Okay."There was a certain tension between them, as if both sensed the other's raging need, a speculative and hopeful nervousness.Carla.