The arrival of Talon and the other ships wasn’t going to be met with the same pomp and pageantry that the Shepherd Moon and her six ships received. Many assumed this was due to the machinations of Councilor Cor, who was rapidly becoming one of the Earthers “favorite” people, but that didn’t stop the Fifth Fleet from doing its own reception ceremony.

Through Tasha, they were able to secure permission to use a landing field in the long-abandoned Zeos Three, the only planet in the Zeos System.

Of course, there were no running electronics and other systems in the abandoned spaceport. It had remained unmaintained and unused for several thousand millennia, after all, as was the rest of the structures on the planet. In fact, the structures on the planet only survived because of the unvarying weather and nearly-constant 32 degree fare height temperature of the planet – an effect of it’s near-circular orbit around its primary and it’s tidal locked synchronous rotation, and the absolute absence of any volcanic or tectonic activity. For the Federation, the planet was a useless and inhospitable planet, and remained abandoned and untouched.

DSC Mikasa, the Fifth Fleet’s newest ship boasted the most advanced electronic systems amongst all the seven Fifth Fleet ships. She had therefore landed at the edge of the ancient landing field and used its systems as a temporary spaceport tower, beacon and ILS system. She was, actually, the first ship to ever enter the planet’s atmosphere and actually land.

DSC Kirov, the one designated as the fleet’s landing craft, carried the least number of shuttles and fighters in order to maximize deck space. Like the Mikasa, she also landed, and was used to provide temporary facilities where an authentic Elyran, Dixx, Arachnian, Earther and Telcontari welcome meal would be served.

The crews of both ships had spread out and started melting the excess ice off the tarmac to prepare for the arrival of twelve more ships. They had to do it slowly so that they wouldn’t have explosive melting or crack the tarmac. They couldn’t do much to melt the permafrost under the ground, but that was not necessary since all they needed was a semi-dry surface.

The five Elyran and Dixx cruisers, escorted by the EarthForce cruisers Gibraltar and Windsor from the Fourth Fleet, arrived in Colossus’ area of responsibility. It was met by several traffic control shuttles from Colossus traffic control instead of the big Dravidian warships that met the Shepherd Moon. But that was fine. As soon as the ships entered Colossus’ traffic pattern and after the fly-over inspection of the shuttles, the Shepherd Moon, Constellation, Hermes, the Bismark and the Victoria met them and escorted them to Zeos Three. Those onboard Colossus that couldn’t get to the monitors crowded around all the available transparent ports so that they could see the ships as they passed. As the Federation ships passed near Colossus, many could see that they had gone through a lot: large areas of their hull were replaced with new plating, and there were lots of dinged and scorched sections. Many commented that what happened in Earth System probably was as bad as was reported.

After all the ships had landed on the de-iced landing field, there was yet another ceremony on the ground, what the Earthers call formal guard mounts, but much modified and abbreviated in consideration of the ambient temperature and the unfamiliarity of their Federation comrades with Earth protocols.

There were a few guests that had asked if they might attend, and these were the Telcontari, Kembels, Daemons, people from Star-453, and some others. Most surprisingly, people from the Erocii Mission had also asked to come. With the Elyran, Dixx and Arachnians, their visitors represented the most powerful and influential races in the Federation, with the exception of the Dravidians.

Subtle questions circulated, but Mia had briefed her people really well so she was fairly confident that no one would commit any gaffes, which allowed everyone to enjoy the “welcome dinner.”

Mia had required all of her senior staff to circulate, and make sure everyone got to have some face time with the leaders of the Fifth Fleet. That included Reena and Areeya – the commanders of “her” two Elyran crews, and Tolar, Rexx and Ehlar from her three Dixx crews. Mia was pleasantly surprised that the first thing her alien commanders did upon landing was to report to her. The espirit-de-corps was at an all-time high.

At the end of the day, when everyone had returned to their ships (except for several curious Telcontari), her twelve commanders reported to her, Dax, Tasha and the First Ambassador. She told them how pleased she was, and had brought up the idea that perhaps Dax and Tasha’s people could already be tired of the company of provincial Earthers. Everyone smiled but Captain Tolar laughed out loud. Reena inconspicuously hit the tall Dixx captain in her side with her elbow, and Tolar let out a small, aristocratic “ooof!”

“I apologize, My Lady,” Reena said. “What the captain meant was that we are far from being tired of our Earther comrades. Rather we are very pleased to be in the company of the doughty and gallant warriors of Earth, but we shall comply if Admiral Steele would rather terminate our affiliation with the Fifth Fleet, with the concurrence of Lady Tasha, of course.”

Mia smiled in delight, approached Reena and put her hands on her shoulder. “No, my dear,” she said. “I would not.”

Reena blushed at the touch and at her words. “If she only knew how we feel about her…” she thought.

“It is settled, then,” Tasha said. “The Talon and Blazing Star shall remain with the Fifth Fleet until further notice. Admiral Dax?”

“Indeed,” Dax replied. “The Flying Cloud, Crimson Sun and The Protector will likewise remain with the Fifth Fleet… with the concurrence of Lady Amelia, of course.”

“But what would your homeworlds say,” Mia said.

“We have full authority to do this, My Lady,” Dax said. “Worry not.”

“Indeed,” the First Ambassador said. “In fact, I have gotten instructions from the homeworld…”

“How did you get word from…”

The little Arachnian shrugged his upper shoulders at the Dixx admiral. “As usual, it was relayed to us by the Shepherd Moon…”

“So what did they say?”

“The hive masters were dismayed to find out that both of the ships that Arachnia sent perished in the Battle of Pluto. Our people have been so incensed that they petitioned our leaders that we Arachnians must participate more fully. Our leaders have commanded that one of the two battleships presently assigned to the Colossus squadron be transferred to the Fifth Fleet as well. I have been instructed to inform Colossus Command of this, and that we convey this request to the Secretary-General, to Admiral Silverman and to Lady Amelia.

“We believe we can offer a distinct advantage to the Fifth Fleet, in that our ships move more quickly than other Federation vessels. Our Arachnian constitutions are more resistant to the effects of acceleration and deceleration so Arachnian cruisers are ship-maneuverable at higher velocities, and can fly faster and are more maneuverable in-system than any vessels in the Federation fleet.”

“There is no need to wait, Ambassador,” Mia said. “EarthForce accepts your offer, with thanks.”

All the other captains murmured their thanks and congratulations as well.

Captain Tolar bowed. “Your countrymen will be truly welcome, Ambassador.”

The Arachnian bowed as well. “My thanks, Captain Tolar.”

“I hope you don’t mind, Ambassador,” Captain Dupont said, “what is the name of the ship?”

The Arachnian made the gesture for apology. “I am afraid we are not as lucky as you. Arachnian ships are like Erocii ships in that we do not give our ships poetic, meaningful names. Our ships are just referred to by a number. We are assigning you Arachnian cruiser one hundred forty-three, but in Base-10, that would be Cruiser ninety-nine.”

“Well,” Okonkwo said, “… ninety-nine. Admiral? Is there another ship designated ninety-nine?”

“None yet,” Mia answered. “I’ll tell Admiral Silverman. In fact, perhaps the other ships should be given their own hull numbers. What do you think?”

The group had responded positively to this. Before they departed for their individual ships, they made arrangements for the departure of the Fifth Fleet for Elyra. Cruiser 99 would join the fleet shortly, as soon as it had topped up its supplies.

Acquiring consumables from suppliers based in Colossus was a worry for Cruiser 99. She had been on duty around Colossus for a time already, and her supplies were already half gone. And knowing that they would need to top up supplies, they were fairly sure that the suppliers would be gouging them in terms of price. Not that the Arachnians wouldn’t be able to afford it, but it would definitely eat into the Arachnian Mission’s funds.

Kapitan Tereshkova made a suggestion, however – that they resupply Cruiser 99, as well as all the other Fifth Fleet ships.

So, with the help of the Kirov and Mikasa’s equipment, the Earthers were able to use water sourced from the surface snow and ice of Zeos Three, electrolyze it to get hydrogen and oxygen, and purify it for to get pure water to top up Cruiser 99. And since there were consumables to spare, they decided to top up everyone’s supplies. As for carbohydrate, yeast and protein supplies, using minerals and water, as well as salvaged tankages from the ancient equipment on the planet’s surface, Kirov’s crew were able to force-produce enough to supply all the ships as well - even though Earth’s allies weren’t used to wheat-based cellulose or soy-based vegetable protein, they were close enough to what they were familiar with, and could make do. And with yeast, carbohydrate and protein bases, they could synthesize most of their basic foodstuffs. The food might not be fancy, but the supplies can allow their crews to last for a long, long while.

These efforts of the Kirov and Mikasa therefore allow the new 13-ship fleet to be completely resupplied without spending one cent (or crown, rather).

Their Telcontari visitors, curious like children, were running around looking at what everyone was doing. The cold didn’t seem to bother them much, which reinforced the impression of little polar bear cubs, and they were looking into everything that the Earthers were doing.

They were very polite, however, asking permission first before approaching and observing, and they weren’t touching anything, nor overly buttonholing people nor actually getting in the way. They were curious, though, to know if all the ships from Earth were well as well equipped. Chief Engineer Amazova of the Kirov didn’t understand the question, though, since they were just using slap-dash makeshift equipment.

The Telcontari looked at each other, squeaking and growling at each other in surprise and consternation. One of them asked if they were taking apprentices, but the chief, chuckling, had to say no – the Fifth Fleet was a military fleet, after all, and were on their way to war.

The Telcontari also asked about the so-called “Earth Alliance,” but the chief explained that no such alliance had officially been declared. But since Earth, Elyra, Dixx and Arachnia had all declared war against the Detterex and Tirosians, it was unofficially there.

He asked a little bit about the commerce and trade alliances that they had made, but the chief said that they weren’t really “alliances” so much as conveniences that their governments have arranged to keep “red tape” at a minimum. (She then had to explain what she meant by red tape.)

The little Telcontari who asked, apologized for the question, and moved on to watch another group of Earthers who were loading Arachnian pressure containers onto some tractors. They had just finished filling up the containers with pure liquid H2O and were about to transport it over to Cruiser 99.

The other Telcontari had asked the same sort of things, and the officers, commanders and leaders said much the same things, although the rest of their crew practically confirmed the Alliance. This only confirmed the view of the Federation to the Telcontari – that the “alliance” that most expected and some feared was a de-facto actuality, even if it wasn’t official.

They had also asked about the technology that the “alliance” were using, and they found that most of the Earther technologies were known in the Federation, though the Earthers’ approach seemed more refined and advanced. For example, they made more use of very expensive integrated circuits, microprocessors and helium-bubble systems, and it was a generally accepted thing that Earther equipment were generally the best. However, it was very frustrating that they weren’t able to get any kind of information about Phase-Wave.

Eventually, the Telcontari said thanks and made their farewells (they were the last of the Federation visitors to depart), and everyone watched their rocket blast off into outer space.

On the thirty-minute trip back to Colossus, the Telcontari twittered, squeaked, chirped and growled to each other as they compared notes.

They were disappointed that they were unable to unearth any information about Phase-Wave, but they did establish that the Elyrans, Dixx and Arachnians were actually clueless of Phase-Wave, too. Also, besides Phase-Wave, the Earthers had no fundamental advantage in technology in that what they know and have are technologies that the Federation was familiar with. What made Earther technology better was that they’ve pushed the technology to unprecedented levels of miniaturization, production and excellence. Though the Federation could produce the same, the cost and resources required would be unprecedented. The Earthers must have access to unheard of resources and a level of industrialization that perhaps only the Dravidians had.

Among all the Federation, it was only the Telcontari that had thought to ask – how did the Earthers become so fluent in Elyran, and so knowledgeable with the Federation, and its’ laws and customs? Though they did see the in-ear devices and the little electronic buttons pinned to their collars that translated for them, many seemed fluent enough to converse freely in Elyran without electronic aids.

The Earther crews just said that they were well briefed, and that they had full confidence in Admiral Steele to steer them in the right direction. As for the Elyrans, Dixx and Arachnian crews, they assumed that the Earthers were just quick studies. They were largely basing their opinions on the interactions they had with the few Earther crewmembers that they had the good fortune of interacting with, and how fast they picked up on things. But mostly, they based this opinion on their perception of the Lady Amelia.

The only thing that the Telcontari could conclude was that the Earthers were unprecedented linguists and sociologists. And that their leader, Lady Amelia was a very capable leader.

Those that they talked with felt that the Lady Amelia was very gracious, friendly, very competent and very, very smart, and she was held in high esteem. But for the Elyrans, their feelings were more than that - it amounted to something akin to hero worship bordering on fanaticism.

The similarities between Elyrans and Earthers were such that their ideas of aesthetics and beauty seemed almost parallel. The Earthers thought of the Elyrans as universally physically attractive, but to the Elyrans, the Earthers were something that they had not seen the like of. Most of them were physically very attractive to the Elyrans as well, but they also exuded a kind of telempathic aura that made them extremely sexually attractive. The Telcontari had surmised that this had something to do with the so-called Elyran “bridge effect” that they had heard rumors of. And if to the Earthers, the Lady Amelia was physically beautiful, to the Elyrans, she was more like a goddess.

The Telcontari wondered how it would be if they got to work with her onboard the Shepherd Moon, and chittered happily at the prospect.

 
Blind Spot -

After the Telcontari had left, and while the top-up operations were ongoing, Mia took the opportunity to go back to her quarters on the Shepherd Moon and have a rest. The work will probably take about twenty more hours, and then maybe a shift to rest, so that would give her twenty-eight to thirty hours to rest and recuperate a bit. She nodded to the two Marines outside the door, and told them to take the night off. No one would be bothering her tonight so she said it was okay.

Going inside and closing the door, she sighed, took off her belt with the sidearm and sword, and then and took off her dress uniform. She had two dress uniforms, and she has given both of them a workout these past days. Maybe she needs a couple more. She made a mental note to contact the quartermaster’s later.

Underneath, she had worn her skintight blue pressure suit, which was great for protecting against the zero-degree centigrade temperatures outside. She unzipped it and ran it through the suit cleaning unit. It was very fast process since it just involved dunking the suit in a cleaning solvent solution, rinsing it quickly in water and then drying it. The process wouldn’t have worked with other clothes since it would have dissolved them completely. It was only meant for pressure suits.

In a minute, it was clean and dry. Mia hung it in her clothes closet and then stepped into the shower. For the past week, she had been wearing the suit almost twenty-four-seven. Many of her people had followed her lead and done the same. It was a reflection of the Earthers’ uneasiness to not be in Earther territory, but more because they knew some of the Federation representatives were not exactly friendly to them and their cause.

Since the ship’s water supply was being topped off, Mia decided it was okay to take a long water shower and spent almost half an hour luxuriating in the hot water.

Stepping out, of the bath, she rubbed her now-platinum-blonde locks dry. The doctors in Bethesda warned her that the cloned hair follicles may yield lighter-color hair, but she didn’t mind that. What she did mind, though, was that her hair was now up to the middle of her back. She hadn’t gone to the ship-board barbers’ shop yet (it was a unisex service) since she left Bethesda. She still felt a little shy about it, but she noticed the ends of her hair were looking a little frayed. “What a time to worry about split ends,” she thought, and giggled. To her, such worries felt very girl-like, and kidded herself that she was adjusting well to her new gender.

But she was a little worried that her behavior might still be too much like the old her. Others might be getting the wrong cues. She had thought that she had adjusted her behavior sufficiently, but maybe she needed to change her behavior more. She had already tried to tone down her physical expressions of her emotions, especially with the men, since she knew they might misconstrue such physicality. If he were still a man, if a girl was like that with her, she knew she would. One of her “theories” was, since females are supposed to be more expressive, she was free to be more expressive with them, but apparently her physical behavior was still too masculine. It was not to say that she didn’t walk, move or make gestures more femininely and speak with more feminine inflexions (she had taken to heart the lessons the people at Bethesda gave her), but she would revert to her old ways during high emotions. She was doing her best but she feared this was the best she would ever be. She sighed.

She looked at herself in the mirror and shook her head. “If only my brain matched the rest of me,” she thought. At least she was used to her new physical self now. Although she still got a little bit of a thing for the girl in the mirror, at least it wasn’t as bad as before.

She sighed. She felt lonely. She knew that being in command will always be a little lonely since she had to maintain some distance with those she commanded, and she didn’t mind that. But she didn’t anticipate the pressure of having be the one to always be responsible, and the one to make the decisions. She supposed people like Allie Romarkin and Admiral Silverman felt these things, too, but the main difference was that they were on Earth, and the Admiral had Allison and Tara, and Allie was surrounded by friends. Out here, all the friends she had were also people that she was responsible for, and she couldn’t really be close to them. At the moment, the ones that she felt closest to were aliens. In fact, if asked, she would probably say that her best friend now was the First Ambassador, her new Arachnian friend. And if she was being brutally honest with herself, she had a growing infatuation with Tasha. She was one of the most incredible-looking woman she had ever seen, and was the crown princess of the Elyran Empire. That wasn’t a bad thing, of course. She wasn’t a racist (she had to laugh at how appropriate that word was), but she needed to be close to someone more like a human. Maybe it was a genetic thing. What was bad, though, was that Tasha was married already, and even if she wasn’t, she was a god-damned princess! If ever Mia made a move, it might cause an interstellar incident. Mia thought that she might be cursed, always falling in love with unreachable, married women.

And Mia was still carrying a torch for Miriam, but that relationship was clearly an impossibility. First, Miriam was married to Marc, one of Mia’s best friends (though Mia wasn’t sure how Marc felt about her now that she wasn’t Bill anymore). And, also, Miriam told her on the day Mia said goodbye, that she was completely heterosexual. Mia could have argued that inside she was still the old William Steele, but she decided that it was best to let her go no matter that her heart felt like it was breaking.

And then there was Sahsha.

Mia and Sahsha (when Mia was still Bill) had a kind of love that was every bit as strong as Bill and Miriam’s, but it was as doomed to fail, too, although instead of an unresolvable love triangle, what was between Mia and Sahsha was more a conflict of careers, or perhaps a conflict in priorities. Sahsha was bent on following her career while Mia had a savior complex that was bent on saving the human race from the hordes of giant alien amazons and alien monsters coming their way.

But if both of them ignored these, and if ever anything really developed between them, it wouldn’t go well for Sahsha’s career. Mia knew her career was important to her. And if it really does become serious, it couldn’t be anything but a long-distance relationship. Mia wouldn’t expect Sahsha to abandon her career and put herself at risk by accompanying Mia (if that was even possible), and Mia wouldn’t want Sahsha to wait for her to finish her tour of duty with EarthForce, whenever that would be – at the moment, it doesn’t look like that would be anytime soon. No - despite their mutual attraction, Mia knew it couldn’t go further than that.

But it had suddenly become complicated when Sahsha ended up getting assigned to the Shepherd. Mia told her at the beginning of the journey that they needed to keep their distance. Sahsha agreed but she seemed to have been offended given how she had pointedly ignored Mia from then on.

Mia couldn’t help but wonder if Sahsha really understood or it was her gender change that was affecting her. She said she understood so she should be a little more friendly. Almost everyone nowadays didn’t think much about same-sex relationships or other kinds of relationships but maybe Sahsha was exclusively hetero. Mia thought that she was so extraordinarily unlucky to have fallen for two of the few remaining exclusively-heterosexual people in the system. “I mean, it has to be that,” she thought. “Has to be. How else can Sahsha possibly resist this?” she giggled as she primped in front of the mirror, posing, vamping and showing off her spectacular curves.

The buzzing of her doorbell interrupted her and she hurriedly put on a bathrobe and a couple of bath slippers. “Open!” she called, and her door unlocked.

“Hi, Mia,” Sahsha called as she opened Mia’s cabin door. It was Sahsha!

“Oh, hey,” Mia responded, trying to be nonchalant. “What’s up?”

“Can I come in?”

Mia gestured her to come in, and pointed to a chair. “Of course. Have a seat. What can I do for you?”

She shook her head. “No, nothing. I just wanted to apologize.”

Mia went to her other guest chair in front of her desk, and sat across from Sahsha.

“Well. No chit-chat? No ‘how are you?’”

Sahsha smiled wanly. “I’m sorry, Mia. I guess this has been on my mind for a while.”

“Well, okay. But apologize for what?”

“I guess for not being too… you know. For being distant. And for… for…”

“For being cold? For ignoring me?”

“Mia, don’t be like that. You did say we had to be discrete. That our relationship might make it difficult for you and your job, and me and mine.”

Mia looked away. “I didn’t mean for you not to return my calls, of for you to ignore me.”

“I made sure it didn’t affect my work, though.”

“Yes, you did,” she sighed. “But you said you understood.”

“I did. It’s just that…”

“In that case, why all this passive-aggressive crap?”

“I was mad! What else did you expect!”

“But I explained! And you said you understood!”

“Oh, shut up!” Sahsha said and started to cry.

Mia didn’t know what to do? Should she come over and comfort her? She was torn.

“Is it because I’m a girl now?” she asked in a whisper. She was scared of her answer, and she cringed.

In response, Sahsha cannonballed into her, and gave her a kiss like no other.

“Sahsha…”

The little administrator reached down and undid the belt of Mia’s bathrobe, and slipped her hand inside. She caressed Mia’s sides and waist, and Mia shuddered.

“Oh, Sahsha…”

“Be quiet, my love,” Sahsha said. She pulled off Mia’s robe and pulled her to Mia’s bed.

Mia found herself lying flat on her back, nude, with Sahsha straddling her and pulling off her blouse.

After Sahsha divested herself of her shoes, top and bra, she leaned down and started giving Mia butterfly kisses on her face, lips, shoulders, chest and breasts. Sahsha started massaging Mia’s breasts while giving her a French kiss. Mia’s heart felt like it was about to pound itself out of her chest.

But Sahsha was just getting started. She resumed kissing Mia’s body, slowly working her way down but keeping her hands active on her breasts. Mia wanted to reciprocate but Sahsha wasn’t giving her the chance. Soon, she reached Mia’s waist and started caressing her vulva. Eventually, she zeroed in on Mia’s most sensitive parts and started licking around her clitoris, just underneath her clitoral hood and around her outer vaginal lips. Mia thought Sahsha was teasing her because she wasn’t touching her clitoris itself, but then when she did, Mia exploded.

Sahsha was relentless and kept her grip on Mia’s thighs as Mia bucked and writhed. Mia moaned and cried out as her orgasm raced through her while Sahsha used her tongue and lips to suck on her clitoris, relentlessly vibrating and licking, and keeping Mia vibrating on the edge of a precipice.

For Mia, the orgasm was unlike any other she’s had. Sure, she’s played around in the shower, and she’d had her share when she was still a man, but this was different, and so much better by several orders of magnitude. It didn’t necessarily last longer, nor did she come harder, but it was more… satisfying. Sahsha knew how to keep her on a knife edge instead of just taking her directly to the summit and then just let it fade away. And though the intensity wasn’t as strong as when she was still a “he,” it was so much better, so much more all-enveloping.

Mia continued to buck and Sahsha went through it with her. And as Mia’s main orgasm subsided, her contractions continued to make her buck. But that eventually faded, too, and Sahsha stopped her ministrations. She knew that Mia was about to reach that point of over-sensitivity, and didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

When Mia had calmed down, Sahsha climbed back up, kissed Mia and hugged her like she would never go.

As one of the best doctors in the world, Mia knew that her hypothalamus was just releasing oxytocin into her bloodstream, the so-called “cuddle hormone,” but she didn’t care. She felt such love for Sahsha, and just hugged her.

Sahsha felt her pants were in the way, and despite Mia’s protests, Sahsha giggled, fended her off and took off her trousers and panties. She then hurried back to the bed. She sighed as she let Mia cuddle her from behind, spoon style, and settled in for the night, with a smile flitting around her lips.

Later on in the night, she found herself gently awakened by Mia. Mia’s hands were all over her, and all over her breasts. She didn’t know if being turned into a girl has upped Mia’s game, but she couldn’t complain. She tried to reach back to reciprocate but her position wasn’t ideal. Mia, however, was all over her. Mia’s hands were gently kneading her breasts and gently pinching her nipples while she nuzzled her neck.

“Mia… Mia… Oh!” Clearly, Mia hadn’t forgotten about the sensitive parts of her neck, and she knew just where to kiss her. She had tried to rub her thighs together, but Mia had one of hers in between them. She was about to moan in frustration but then Mia started to move her thigh back and forth, rubbing her pubic bone and gently rubbing her clitoral hood over her magic button, and Sahsha hovered on the edge. She had her hands over Mia’s restless ones and her thighs involuntarily clamped hard on Mia’s thigh, but Mia persisted and Sahsha trembled on the edge for what felt like a long time.

“Oh, Mia!” Sahsha moaned. “I can’t stand it anymore! Do it, Mia, do it!” And Mia responded by raising her leg a little bit more, making the contact stronger and harder, and, like a roman candle, Sahsha’s brain exploded in fireworks. She shuddered as her orgasm raced through her, and Mia just kept piling it on and on, and she felt like the top of her head was about to fly off.

As Sahsha started coming off her orgasm, her thighs unclamped and Mia stopped. Sahsha turned around and gave her a hug. But she was so tired, she fell asleep almost immediately.