I'm dressing tonight, I'm dressing for my man andI'm going to change his life. Starting now.Our lives.Drying herself and looking into the mirror, wond...ring. No need towonder now sweetheart, she thought, the body's way good enough. It'sthe brain that's leading this seduction. What then? What to wear?Mustn't be tooo over the top and I don't quite know why this is thefirst step, me dressing up. Maybe to raise the temperature a bit? Menare so much more... malleable - biddable is such a nice word. Even as I approached I could feel my cock beginning to surge in eager anticipation. As soon as I went in it was growing even more and as my eyes adjusted to the light what I saw soon had me rock hard. Everyone was openly wanking either themselves or someone else and one guy was standing up in front of another who was sucking him eagerly. The whole atmosphere was deliciously sexy, sleazy and incredibly exciting. I unzipped, got my hard cock out and stood watching and stroking. A fellow standing. "Why can't you like hockey like every other good Canadian boy?" I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Shaun yelled from the bathroom. "No woman of mine is going to bad-mouth football."Laughing, I joined Shaun at the sink, and reaching for my toothbrush I deliberately let my breasts brush his arm. Shaun tried to look mad, but the distinct bulge in his boxers gave him away."Stop that," he snapped, following my sardonic gaze downward. "Just ignore it, and it'll go away." Fat chance," I quipped. For even now, as his tortured genitals released yet another spurt of his dwindling seed, his knees gave way and he crumbled into the sand. Not far behind, a pack of ravenous she-creatures sniffed at the air and scurried between the clouds of billowing sand on all fours. They could sense his nearness and they hungered for the blood laced cream that soaked through his drenched fatigues and into the sand beneath his prone form.Twenty four hours earlier, his probe had left the command ship in.