I teased him for about half an hour, running my fingers over his cock, his pants tight. His pants were tight to start with, and I knew they were getti...g uncomfortable. He unzipped his pants, allowing his hard cock to push through, the fabric of his boxers tight. I stroked him through the fabric. His boxers were cotton. Expensive, designer label. I allowed my index finger to slip through the hole in the front of his boxers, lightly brushing his shaft then the head of his hard cock. I kept. That was probably a mistake but it was one I would have to live with and I hoped that things would turn out for the better in the end.The telephone call came from someone in the foreign office who identified himself as "Mister Wimple" with a nasal sounding voice that sounded more like a female than a male."Is this the residence of Miss Claudia Applegate?"I perked up right away."This is Claudia Applegate speaking. What did you want with me?"Of course, I was Claire and my sister Claudia was still. “We have detected no approaching fleets; however one of my Commodores mentioned that a Battlesphere, as used in the Gershon encounters, would not be detected until it was actually jumping in. Whilst I believe we can take on one, if there are more it is likely we’d take casualties, perhaps catastrophic ones,” Clessik replied with a nod.“A Battlesphere?” Tissimla frowned.“Possibly more than one. Unfortunately we do not have the special weapons here to do any major damage to a sphere. I have sent. She sat clutching the wheel so tight her knuckles were white. "I'll be fine as soon as my heart starts beating again", she gasped. Then she looked up at me and smiled, "Boy, am I glad you were following me. I'd hate to be stuck out here all alone. Do you know how to change a tire?" Sure, no problem", I said with a grin. So, about 20 minutes later the job was done and I stood up to wipe my hands. She moved up real close to me and said with a sexy smile, "I really want to thank you."I smiled back.