She gasped and pinched one of her pert nipples as I unfastened my pants. And when my boxers were pulled off, revealing my swollen manhood she let out... a long, "Ohhhh yeaaaa!"I was like a kid in a candy store and so eager I was worried I'd but a nut right then and there, but Monica didn't stop looking at me for one moment as I got back on the bed. "Fuck her!," she mouthed again.Who was I to turn down one woman offering another to me? Even if it was my girlfriend's rival telling me to do my own. As you can see, I’m not dressed.” On an impulse, Elle opened her robe and flashed Eamon a picture of her small, perfect breasts. Turning brightly red, Elle switched off the connection.“I can’t believe I did that”, she thought. “He will think I’m shameless. Oh my God, I think I am shameless when it comes to him!”That final view of Elle’s lovely breasts was burned into Eamon’s mind. “These girls are so hot! And so fucking smart! What in the world do they see in me?”Part 8Fifteen minutes. Had I misled her? Had I not revealed essential information I’d had? Not told her of decisions I’d made? I tried to go over that in my mind but so much of what had happened with her was a blur. It made me wonder if I shouldn’t have kept an actual journal or diary, so I could go back and review what had happened.Of course, the problem with THAT idea was that anything I wrote would be highly suspect, because it would reflect MY version of events, MY thinking, and MY understanding of what I’d said. This was a woman fit only for a royal. Her name was Mista Dreamwood.Glancing at the time on his sat phone, Jorie noted three hours of free time before he had to introduce himself to these trendy know-nothings with a galaxy's worth of money and power through 22,500 square kilometers of surveyed terrain.He didn't know what to do with himself. Survey reports would be mostly blank. Acquisition requests would be minimal and probably not necessary since his cargo hold was still stocked. He had no.