Usne kaha, mem sahib aaj mujhe apni ghar wali ki bahut yaad aa rahi hai. Uski gharwali nepal ke gaoun me rehti hai. Maine kaha, bolo main kya kar sakt...i hoon. Who bola mem sahib mere sath thori der baat kar len. Isse mera jee thora halka ho jayega. Maine kaha, no problem. Main uske ghar parivar ke bare main puchhne lag gayee. Baaton baaton main woh bola mem sahib hum apnee wife ke sath bahut mazaa lete hain. Maine boli, tum kya baat kar rahe ho. Kaun sa maza lete ho? Who bola mem sahib sex ka. After a few moments of thought, it was an easy decision, saving lives trumps everything else.Holding out her hand, Melinda said, “I’m in. Tell me what you need and I’ll make it happen.”After a pause, a somewhat funny thought popped into her head. “You realize that using replicas of yourself means just about everybody aboard this ship will see you naked and get their hands on your body, right? Even worse, I can imagine some nicknames once the shock wears off. I can just imagine the Palin, Fonda. Christina smiled and put her hand on my leg, sliding it up and down, without putting her tit away. “Did you want to drive then?” she asked, innocence personified. Since I knew that whenever things like this happened between me and Christina - unplanned and a little bit raunchy - they usually ended very well indeed, I started the car and pulled out of the car park. As soon as we were on the road, Christina reached over and unzipped my chinos. She fished my cock out and stroked it a few times. Never. Been. Broken.Ever.I had shown up on time at her lovely condo in an upscale neighbourhood.Her parents financially supported her. Andrea was not spoilt but was'well maintained'. She got along well with her parents, whom I thoughtthe world of. They had founded and ran a successful chain of sportsstores.Andrea gave me a sly look and crocked her finger, leading me toward herbed. Some minor teasing and foreplay later, I was tied per normal.Well, almost per normal. Instead of pantyhose, a.