Schaffer could see her moving around through the cockpit windows as she flipped switches and pressed buttons, a loud whine emanating from the ship’s...engines as they came to life. She turned on the thrusters, keeping them at low power so as not to actually lift the craft, jets of blue flames appearing under the wings and belly of the dropship as the snow beneath began to melt under the heat. It created steam as the water vaporized, clouds of it billowing out from under the ship, Riya careful not. He told me to me to take my clothes off while he went upstairs to get something. So I got naked, except for the pantie and bra, and sat on the couch. He came back with a pair of his wifes underwear, noticing I was already wearing my own, he smiled slightly, saying "Well I see you come prepared". He threw the underwear he was carrying onto the couch next to me and ordered me to my knees. Gladly I did as I was told, as he slide his already erect cock out of his jeans and held in centimetres from. Her lean calves, her firm thighs, and then above that, the golden territory, all covered with soap and water. A thought crossed my mind and I rested my hand on her bush, and asked“Why shave your legs, and not up here?” “Because,” her response was bashful, “I was afraid it would hurt if I slipped.”“Do you want me to help you?” “Yes. But not right now. You got me wound up, and I need release.”I grinned and slid my right hand over her mound as my left worked its way back to her tits. There was. My thinking was that with me out of the room if there was anything going on between them Scott wouldn't pass up the opportunity to at least grab a quick feel or a kiss for the thrill of doing it while in my home and with me being close by. But nothing was going on. Nancy and Scott just sat there and talked.Another two years went by. Scott came to town three or four times a year and most of the time Nancy had him over for dinner. I never saw anything that made me even slightly suspicious, but I.