" How about I fix us some sandwiches for lunch?" Sandwiches sound good."I sat my backpack down and went over to her kitchen area. Everything looked ol...d and/or second hand. The area needed a good cleaning. Not up to the standards of what I was used to. I opened a box marked "Bread" and got out a loaf."Do you have a knife for slicing the bread?" Aye." Sinead handed me a massive bread knife that had seen many years of service.I thought of an old joke, smiled and then sang:I'm looking overA. Discordant voices, ahead and to his left. Port-spinward. Transfer booths always faced spinward. Tradition? Perhaps. Nobody really remembered why. The eco-form of this sector was Jura-rural, holos of giant reptiles picking their clumsy way among fern trees and mossy boulders. ImplerMansion was cleverly disguised as an isolated cluster of boulders, hung about with vines. Har-2 thrust aside a mossy hanging and surveyed the scene of the 'incident'. Within a high-arched dome, a soft, a lumpy and. I’m no gamer but it was good company at the time. We would all congregate at a guy named Jeff’s house. People would fall through the spot, rollup and listen to good hip-hop. There were a few girls that would come through the spot as well and one of them was Malina. Malina was white about 26 years old with shoulder length brown hair that was curly. She had really nice tits and not much ass. I met her and eventually started selling weed to her. She was one of my best customers after a few. We went to the drawing room and sat on the sofa, I kept ,my arms around her and slowly started kissing her on the face and neck. She cried ” sir, what are you doing ? “I said “don’t worry “M” be patient , you are about to enjoy yourself totally, Keeping my lips on her, I started feeling those small breasts, thinking if her breasts are so small the cunt must be real tight. Man, I cant wait to pump her !I slowly moved my hand under the salwar and before she could realize I was touching her boobs.