I was breathing hard by the time I arrived and only barely registered a child crying before Mandy's voice reached my ears, "Mommy! Mommy! I want my mo...mmy!" she was saying between sobs.I focused my eyes on Mandy. She was being carefully carried by Lisabet Schmidt, who was built along the same lines as Helga, the oldest of the girls who had come along as dependents of the two privates who made up the other sponsors aboard Heinlein Station. I could see that Lisabet wanted to cry but was trying to. Awkwardly, I pretended to check my phone. A young waiter offered me champagne. I took two glasses, pretending one was for a friend and then drank them both. I wandered around, overhearing snippets of conversations.“…his dad gave him a yacht. A yacht.”“…it’s not great but that girl who did the Superbowl is singing later.”Another waiter. More champagne. I had to admit that the champagne tasted excellent.“…he’s a real nice guy. He let me use his jet when...”Everyone was dressed impeccably. Huge. I had to give up staring as a delicate little hand began to play with my cock."Are you going to take me to bed or not?" Laura asked me, point-blank.“Let’s go.” Laura smiled, "It's about time!" she told me and drug me to the pool stairs.I got out, and she handed me a towel.“You kids have fun,” she told Travis and Janet, “See you in the morning!”We went to the basement, and Laura mentioned, “I want to wash the chlorine off me, want to come?”“Hell, yes, I want to come," I told her. She said,. Her eyes were the deepest blue I had ever seen. Her skin was luminous and seemed to glow brighter than any moon. Her body was well curved in all the right places and I could feel myself staring at every move she made. She had chosen a simple black dress that hugged every curve. She extended her arms and pulled me into her embrace and hugged me like I was a long lost relative. Her lips brushed my earlobe and she whispered “You look amazing!” “Thanks, you do too.” We walked to a back corner.