"The instructions will be forwarded as soon as communications are established in normal space." Thank you, George," Achord replied. "I'll be in my qua...rters."Frieda greeted Commodore Achord as he entered his pod. She brought him a dry vodka martini with three olives and knelt at his feet. Frieda looked like a Nordic opera singer, only not as heavy. She had a golden blonde braid that reached her coccyx and a thick trapezoid of blonde curls above her plump labia. She was completely nude and. Mal? her voice was like a slap to my face. What the fuck was I doing? This is my sons wife. I turned and walked away. Shutting myself in my room. But even closing my eyes all I could imagine was Hailee wrapped in that white towel. I imagined licking every single water droplet off her skin and then drinking from that sweet pink little cunt. Knock Knock Who is it? my voice was rough, and dry, I was thirsty. Knock Knock Mal? Hailee opened the door to my bedroom. She was standing there, still in. I crossed to the bed and looked down at Katy. The room was far from dark. A courtyard light shone softly through our thin curtains. I could see Katy’s face, peaceful and ever so cute. The subtle swell of her breasts under the sheet…the shape of her legs. Maybe if she’d been on her side I would have left her alone. Maybe if her legs had been together I wouldn’t have gone ahead. But she was lying on her back with her legs slightly spread, so open and inviting I couldn’t resist. With one quick. Was it all a lie? ‘Harry, have you ever been with a man?’ Harry clutched his blanket to himself and looked down at his hands. ‘Yes,’ he whispered. ‘While you were married to me?’ Now his head snapped up and his suspiciously shiny eyes met hers. ‘Never!’ Ginny slowly exhaled. That was something, at least. But… ‘But you want to?’ ‘I… I… no.’ Ginny frowned. That didn’t sound too convincing. ‘Harry. I have to know this. If you want to leave me, then bl**dy well say so and don’t keep our marriage.