Then I spied the object inside the polythene wrapper I must havedislodged from one of the carriers in spite of my best efforts to avoidthem.A plain wh...ite cotton bra.That was odd. I'd supposed the bags were filled with Christmas presents,bought early so as to beat the rush. But who would think a bra was asuitable gift for anyone?I bent down to see what else they contained. My rummaging uncovered morelingerie, several pairs of tights, a vanity case, a manicure kit, apurse and a shoulder bag, as. His cock, which I know to be long and thick, hangs heavily, tenting the cotton khaki of his shorts. I lick my lips. “How are you today?” he asks, stepping into my personal space. I look past him. His truck is the only car in the driveway next door. “Fine. My kids are napping. I just put them down.” His full mouth curves seductively at the words he’d wanted to hear. He comes closer, his powerful athlete’s body rippling with muscle. I love to watch him move, watch him play. His mother is my. ”“If whoever is out there wants this ship, there’s not a damned thing at this point we can do about it.” Cait said, firmly.They sat in silence for a few more minutes, waiting for a ping on the sensors that would tell them how for in the future their trouble was.“Cait.” Rhys started, with the air of a man with an unresolved argument to finish.“What, Rhys?” Cait sighed.“I’m sorry for what I said. But I wasn’t feeding you a line. I’m not saying I’m in love with you or anything, but however it is. Only an “Oh,” came out followed softly with an apologetic, “Sorry.”Lindie coaxed Michelle over to her lap and gently said to her, “We haven’t told Mikey anything yet. OK?”“Sure,” she answered, then added, “Can I sit on his lap while we talk?”I nodded my head and Michelle, scooted over my way and sat on my crossed legs as I was back against the opposite wall from Lindie. Her legs were crossed too. It was then I noticed something just a little different.Michelle still had her hair tied with that.