They were faint at first, but grew markedly louder with each step. The acoustics of the room couldn't account for that. Apparently our boy had thought... to mask their presence. That didn't bode well for Mom. I was pretty sure that she was powerful enough that the odds were in her favor. But all he needed was the smallest opening. "Whoa, there," Iva said, slapping a hand on my shoulder. I hadn't even realized I was rushing down the stairs. "Wait for me. You see the heels I'm wearing?" "Sorry," I. The firmness of her breasts, created a perfect appeal. Her nipples were perched nicely, as the contour of her breasts curved gracefully.The light from the window cast a soft shadow, highlighting the sweetness between her breasts.I often lingered, to kiss her there, to breathe in the scent of her body.The increasing light coming from the window; illuminated the tiny, soft, 'baby hairs', that covered her body. Those few on her breasts and belly, were normally invisible.Yet, they carried the. I was interested in their different ships and I have spent some time doing simulations of battles that have been provided to me by the AI. Those simulations have included the latest intelligence and guesses of the performance of the cockroach ships.These wedge ships, as I see them, are at least ten times the size of an attack carrier, and maybe even bigger; perhaps as much as fifty times the size. I think they made a critical error by showing us their latest incarnation of cloaking on the. She was short and slender, natural blonde / brownish hair to the middle of her back with stomach acid stuck to her chin.After maybe half an hour of sitting with her there puking (and moving her over when other people came in to piss) she finally started to sober up somewhat. She would talk to us in between briefly moving her head to the toilet. She kept talking about not being too drunk to fuck, even though she was still puking."I'm not too drunk to suck your dick" she said with drunken.