I held back my urges for a moment to explore where thismoment may lead. I intensified my ministrations to herbody and found her drifting back to consc...ousness,moaning and mumbling and lightly writhing from thepleasure I was inflicting upon her. Christie truly surprised me when she moved her hand downto her pussy and pushed my hand out of the way. I thoughtthe night would soon end with her realizing what I was upto, but then found myself utterly stunned as she began tomasturbate herself into a. “Lots of conjecture but all correct. The Kermac, the Shiss and many others cannot afford not to keep watch on the fancy and flashy tent of NAVINT.”I sighed. “All I wanted to be is a Star ship captain, not a spy or Counter Intelligence officer and I find myself sliding down that path, being involved in more clandestine stuff than Nubor Santini.”She asked. “Who is Nubor Santini?”I watched her as she gave the Taxi pilot a few coins and explained. “He is the hero of a GalNet show that comes on. But who can tell what goes on inside the head of a man, if anything? After all, if he can really tell us apart, won't he also have an opinion of which one he likes better? Dee Dee has a head start, but I want it to be me. I am such a bitch!As Andrew drove us to his apartment, we made small talk. Frankly, I don't remember much of what we said. At dinner I had used the pretense that I would love to see his apartment, but truthfully I didn't care one iota what his apartment was like. I was. My nails rake down his back and I am shocked by the torrent of cuss words that escape from my lips as I urge him on. His gentle moans suddenly explode into a horny grunt as he blast off inside me. He shudders and whimpers before laying his head on my breast and drifting off to sleep. HelenI am tired of being a good girl. I have nice house in a nice suburb, with a good husband. I do charity work, I recycle stuff, I care about the environment. But oh, just once, I want to be a slut.My fantasy.