The boss and I passed the time playing games and mousing around the internet. Noon finally came and I joined Peter and Becky for some lunch. I silen...tly asked Searcher to evaluate the feelings my two friends had toward each other, finding they each was in love with the other but were inhibited by their status of friends. I asked that the inhibition, be reduced and their attraction be increase by a small amount. I wanted the changes to be easy and feel natural to my friends. By the time we. The skin tightly drawn over it, she skilfully teases him. He takes her breasts in his hands and manipulates her round pink nipples into hard lustful pleasures. She can feel blood rushing to her face as he kisses her lips gently, softly. She cannot contain her lust any further as she pulls him closer. Kissing and tasting. Feeling and touching each other. Warmth covers her body and suddenly her inside. Entangled in this raw, primeval emotion that does not take prisoners, only victims, she submits. "You can see the damage she's suffered," said Elise. "Can you also see that the shields seem to be working perfectly well?" They certainly seem fine to me, yet the damage clearly means that something has managed to get through the shields to hit the Scout. Surely Marlon wouldn't be caught with his shields down? Even he's not that stupid!" said Ben."It would seem that Captain Marlon has not been without success, Commander. The total number of Zytol ships is considerably less than when we were. Pretty soon the party was in full swing and everyone was getting pretty loose. Sharon was snuggling into her some time lover and was so taken with the freedom of the weekend it wasn't too long before she wound up in bed with him and his friend. By the time hubby returned on the Sunday evening Sharon had converted the house back to its white picket fence of middle suburbia domesticity. Then eight days later it arrived. A large white envelope with her name on it. No return address. The envelope.