.. between my legs.... then her legs and stomach.“I knew you where home Paul” she mouthed to me. “I've wanted this to happen... Murray and I ha...ve talked about this for at least the last two years. When I realized that you hadn't left yet I set you up.” She went on to tell me that she will tell him everything that we did and that if I were willing that he would like to watch me fuck her.Her hand touched the tip of my still hard cock as she laid tight next to me. “I love you Paul” she. Maybe not so hard as they would work to overcome a strong point, but still I can't imagine that they would lack the imagination to be able to see that having whatever was throwing rocks and energy weapons at them leave the battlefield would enable that enemy to regroup and fight another day. Or to put it like one of the funny songs that Master Will liked to listen to, "He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day.' That I think goes without saying, yet from what we've been told of. ”“That is wonderful Frances. I always thought there was something special about you and Reg’s other women, but now I know what it is, at its basic level: appreciation of people for who they are, inside. I wish my boy... – my ex-boyfriend realised that.”“Oh, what did he think?”“He thought that you, Reg and the others were weird people. He couldn’t understand what I liked about my job with you. He really was short-sighted, wasn’t he, Frances?”“He definitely was a lad with blinkers, Sandra. It is. I was decent looking back then, but still didn't really have the face of a man that so many of my peers had. I was very shy and didn't really come out of my shell to talk in class. The only exception to this was in music. I love music and have since i was a k**. I started guitar and piano when i was 6 and have been playing ever since. I never really liked classical music, preferring to play the classic rock and pop standards and began to compose my own music. (It was just a hobby and most of it.