"Okay, you're clothed, you've got nothing to keep you here, so what are you waiting for?" Well," I temporized, "for starters, how about some clues as ...to how I'm supposed to save the Galaxy?" I already told you - You're to be an interstellar fighter pilot. What part of that don't you understand?" What about training?" Already done. Some of the nanoids implanted in your body in the last twenty four hours have been busy teaching, not just your mind, but your muscles how to fly and fight. What else. Which one would I ask out?I chose Jennifer because she was a natural blonde with blue eyes, had a terrific body, and was a push-over when it came to getting her into bed. That was twenty years ago and my wife and Pam are still best friends. We don’t have any c***dren, but Pam is now married and has a beautiful, hot, eighteen-year-old daughter, Terry, with long black hair that she always wears up in a ponytail and long banks that she sweeps to one side. She was very friendly…almost too friendly,. The one exception to that were her shoes.She had selected black pumps that complimented the tux and made her thesame height as Liam in his heels. She thought he would be perceived asless feminine by the judges if the contestants `male` escort wasshorter.Scarlett had chosen an elegant but simple grey skirt suit. She too wascautious to avoid stealing the limelight from Liam.After a light dinner, with Emily cautioning Liam to lean over the tableto prevent spilling anything on his dress, all three. His head swam with pleasure and just as he was about to climax, she stopped. He whimpered and looked at her with slight disappointment. She kissed him deeply, swirling her tongue over his lips and around his own. He removed her bra and pressed her soft, but firm breasts to him. Her nipples were erect and he smiled, as he knew she was enjoying this too.She smiled and broke away from him, stepping gracefully out of her thong and tossing it aside. Her body was inspiring of awe. Her shapely, yet.