Salad. Yeah." I open my eyes again to look at you, "Sure. May I please have some water?" Of course baby girl." As you retrieve a glass of water for me...and finish preparing the salads, I quickly analyze everything that's happened since I walked into the kitchen. And based on your tone when asking me about fucking salad, knowing I am "cloudy" - that tells me I should err on the side of caution and begin to play along.My mind settles on this decision just as you place my bowl in front of me. It's. The fabric clung to her figure, it might have been attractive under different circumstances.She wiped her mouth with the back of her furry hand and passed the canteen back to him, McGregor clipping it onto his belt to let it refill. The canteens had solar cells to power a condenser that would automatically replenish them over time, drawing moisture from the air. Moisture was plentiful here, they were practically swimming. He sucked air into his mouth experimentally and felt wetness on his. I did want to seem too obvious in my lustful examination of her, so I moved from around my desk and gave her a big chaste hug. She reciprocated. The firm breasts that she ground into my chest didn't go unnoticed. I finally held her at arm's length and looked her up and down."Pammie, you look terrific! The years have certainly been good to you. You have become... well, beautiful, quite beautiful." Well, cousin, you don't look half bad yourself. You certainly look a lot better than your picture. The ironic thing is that while she is full blooded Japanese, James is half Japanese, and half British as his mother was white. They have been married for five years, and have been working on having a baby since they moved in, but so far no luck.My name is Rick Solomon and I am 45 years old and recently retired thanks to a good sense for stocks, hard work, and a modest life style. I am not married, my wife ran off with some prick she worked with, after 25 years of marriage and two grown.