I decided on a skirt in case I wet the crotch of another pair of jeans. Jason was in the kitchen waiting for me. As I began prepping for supper, he fo...llowed me around like a puppy dog. But instead of merely being underfoot and wanting me to throw a ball he could fetch, Jason wanted to pin me against anything handy. Table, wall, counter, refrigerator... Kissing my lips and neck and playing with my tits... His hand under my skirt... I stopped him before a finger could slip past my panties to. He sat and looked at me as if to say, “What’s next.” I said, “Fucking time”, as I pulled his front paws up onto either side of my waist. I wanted to have him take me from behind, but I wanted to bond with him face to face the first time and watch each others’ eyes. I also wanted to train him to stay inside me after he finished and it would be easier to train him in this position. He was again strangely nervous and he avoided my gaze as he stood over me. I grabbed his head and looked him in. There was the sound of saws and hammers and drills, even through the closed windows of the truck.I spotted who I guessed was Mr. Devlin standing under a lean-to, going over big rolls of plans with somebody who I supposed was the job foreman. Devlin was a tall lean guy with black hair in a crew cut. He was wearing brand new over alls and shiny black boots, looking every inch the gentleman farmer."I guess that's him," I said, breaking the silence and pointing to the wanabe farmer.Mr. Langston. My grandson had the uncanny ability to be somehow always in the middle of the biggest trouble. I think there is big trouble brewing at that cluster.”Algear wrinkled his pretty nose.”It would take even the Devi many months to get there, if not years. How can she report from there?”The Narth raised his hand.” Distances are relative to the speed one travels. Space is not absolute in any case and it appears logical that this formidable ship traveled perhaps at a greater speed. This is not a mystery.