I really didn't want to get into a discussion of my sister taking it up the ass from a married man so I just made up a story about trying to determine... which of the concoctions would make anal sex more comfortable.She giggled and asked me,"Are you suggesting we do some comparison testing just to make certain?"I was in a box of my own making and started to put a healthy glob of the blue bottle goo all over my stiff rod and rubbed it up and down Zelda's sensitive crack. She was primed for some. Those hands moved all around her slightly over weight hips and thighs then around her abdominal area then on up and over her solid breasts all trussed up neatly underneath the woman’s blouse and bra.As Glenda Harper was doing this her mind was reflecting back to the days when she still had a husband - a man by the name of David Harper. He was a military intelligence officer and the two had been married for only three years before he was killed in a terrorist attack on a US compound in. At the moment I had trouble remembering which names I was supposed to use. Three questions used by gropos to determine if a casualty is still switched on and recording: what is your name, where are you and what is the current date time group? Out of luck. I guessed that we might be in jump space—just a guess, and it allowed me to claim that we were nowhere. As I said, I could have been in the auto-doc for fifteen minutes or fifteen days. My name. I have a name."Finished coming up with excuses?". ‘They’re dogs.’ ‘They saved your life,’ she said by means of reprimand. ‘You’d do best to remember that. They will.’ She tossed her river of hair over her shoulder, cocked her head to one side and examined him for a moment, a sad, wistful look in her eyes. After a long moment she roused herself from her thoughts and fetched him a bowl of stew. It was surprisingly tasty, a thick broth of sweet, pungent sauce with generous lumps of meat and potatoes hidden within. He ate hungrily, within moments,.