He was actually quite a specimen, having a swimmers build. He had played a lot of water polo in high school. He was tall and dark while I was short an... blonde. Of course he had made me so mad I wanted to kill him at this point.I picked up my own ice tea from the table near where I sat and flung the icy drink at him. He deftly jumped out of the way and it landed harmlessly in the pool. This made me only madder. I then threw the empty iice tea container at it him and he side stepped this also.I. . We spin around to see what she’s pointing at and race over the street toward a young blonde woman standing outside a Starbucks.She’s carrying a little extra weight – not so much fat as thick, stocky – solid. Her hair is bleached to an almost white blonde, and dead straight. She’s not unattractive, but she doesn’t look the type who turns too many heads – that blonde hair hangs like a curtain, or a safety blanket over half of her face, but we can clearly see her cheeky smile as we approach.She. . ship? ... had evidently malfunctioned or somehow been damaged or destroyed, otherwise he'd have been able to contact his fellows for rescue.Because he clearly wasn't alone; there were others of his kind somewhere near, who presumably either thought him dead or for some other reason weren't disposed to investigate his landing site closely. Otherwise he'd have waited for them where he was. But they'd come if he could signal them, that had to be the purpose of the beacon he'd got me to design. I. We use to fuck almost every day and whenever we get time. She wanted the dick as much as I wanted the pussy so it was good to spend time with her and I was just lying around on my couch thinking about memories of her sitting between my legs.Her warm lips wrapped around my dick and sucking me whole heartedly and she would try to take the whole thing in using her spit to lubricate it and take the head of my cock in her mouth and lick the tiny hole with her tongue and start bobbing up down on my.