“No sir, please. This is not right.” My hands touched her navel. There was absolutely no hair and only virgin pin-hole pit. What a scene it was! I... lifted the top even more till her bra. She resisted and pushed me.“You are very sexy. Has your husband touched your navel? Has he licked you there?”“No sir. But I don’t want to discuss this.” she said, covering her eyes in shyness.“I love helpless girls. I love girls with firm tits. I love thin and slender necks. And I love a good cleavage.” I said,. Uh, Sir, I have heard enough to know that you used to lead a team that was sometimes assigned to rescue a science team of some type when they were attacked by larger forces. Other than one on one combat when someone tried to kill me in order to advance through the ranks, or toward the last, where a few were sent by the Captain to assassinate me, I have no true combat experience. At some point in the future, would it be possible for me to receive some combat training? I don’t mean to imply that. “Mom didn’t say I couldn’t do that. I’ll show you how to use your tongue on me when I’ve cleaned up.”She said I was a quick learner from my lessons when she didn’t have a friend over to fill her pussy. We also talked and she explained some things I’d have never guessed. Like that our mom fucked her older brother through much of high school. It wasn’t a bad experience at all but it might have kept her from learning about more normal reactions to boys. When she went to college she fucked around. I watched my brother take out his phone and enter the information she was giving him. Yes! The game is afoot. I sunk into the passenger seat as she left the store, peering over the door to see my brother and his co-worker watch her walk through the lot. She got into the car, shut the door and smiled. "You're right. That was easy. Is he a virgin?" I don't know."We both burst into laughter as she started the car.Later that evening, in Heather's apartment, we laid the trap. It was a little after.