Abby sat on a low couch sipping a clear bubbling drink with a wedge of lime from a tall glass. She had changed while I was occupied. Now her ebony hai... was pulled back in a loose bun with a couple of decorative chop sticks shoved in it. A loose baby blue crop top shirt that somehow revealed as much as it hid, left her smooth brown tummy exposed. Her toned brown legs were folded Indian style with her workout shorts tight enough for me to guess that she still didn't have panties on. The effect of. Wait a second. I never once said a single blessed thing about you being na?ve about anything." "No. Not in so many words you haven't. "However, there have been several times where you've intimated as much." "Yeah. Right." he dubiously retorted. "Go ahead. Name me one." Then, aware that he backed his wife into a proverbial corner, Dennis triumphantly quipped, "You can't, can you? "And, do you know why you can't? "Well, I'll tell you. "The reason you can't name me one single solitary. The initial deliveries would have to leave the quarters unmanned, which would mean teams would assemble the shipment and then return. The cargo ship could carry four containers at a time, and it would take nine trips for the living spaces and warehouse and work spaces. The final containers would be the command module with power supply and life support container, which would allow the first people to remain at the Orbital Facility.There would be thirty-six containers when the main section was. .Oohh..Oohh…. Yeeeaah…(breathing heavily)Me: (while cumming) ohh…oh… yeaaaaah …
