<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"...Major, I hope you aren't the jealous type if....ahem...Karra and I..." </span></span><br/><br/>Karra's stomach did a flip flop at Tania's words, and she blushed a deep red at the thought of it. Not because she was embarrassed, but rather because it sent a thrill through her at the thought of it. She, indeed, thought Tania was a very beautiful woman and the idea of being intimate with her made Karra's already aching hole heat up and tingle. She said nothing, however, and fidgeted nervously in Tom's lap willing the aching desire to go away. She could not possibly have sex again that day. It was just too much for that day.<br/><br/>But damn if she didn't want it. Tom leaned down and gave her a kiss, and it certainly didn't help matters. She briefly wondered what it would be like to caress Tania while Tom pounded her from behind. She shivered and looked away from Tom, glad that mind reading was not an ability Tom had. Hopefully he would assume she was cold--she got cold often after all. She looked up to Tania and gave a small smile,<span style="color: #FF0000">"I would be happy to call you a friend,"</span>Karra replied, her voice a bit husky from earlier and...well, her current thoughts.