"Even the soils are different, too different. It's something to do with concentration of minerals, and I haven't gone into detail with the biologists ...bout it, but they say they're sure. They've learned how to manufacture Eden soil, it's why the plant samples we brought back, or their descendants, are still alive, but it doesn't occur naturally here. Even so, you've hit on a big reason SES won't even think about it," he added sourly."What?" SES has vetoed the idea, mainly because of what you. A little bit of chatting but mainly caressing and enjoying each other’s bodies. Enjoying the afterglow I call it. As we lay there we keep on caressing and kissing and touching. I roll him over and run my hands over his chest. I love the feeling of his chest hair as my hands run over his body. He rolls me over and starts to kiss my nipples. Laying himself completely on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, he feels so solid and I am loving it. He kisses his way back up to my mouth and whispers,. Reena peeked inside to find Nisha on the bed with her 29 years old servant, Ramesh. She was shocked but she felt excited too as Reena did not have had sex for months. Her choot became wet. Reena returned to her room and started masturbating. She was just about to climax when Nisha walked into the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Reena's boobs. "Mujhe lagtaa hai tujhe kisi mard ki jarrorat hai…jo apne lund se teri choot ki pyaas bujhaye." Nisha said with a naughty smile, "Aise. My cock hardened. I reached down to pat it. I closed my eyes, reliving that view of her calves flexing and her thighs moving. My hand involuntarily stroked my dick through my boxers. As my cock grew harder, I stroked faster, imagining now the touch and taste of her sweaty, smoth skin. Just as I imagined running my tongue up grandma's firm, inner thigh, my cock exploded."Oh, shit," I blurted out loud, as my dick jerked back and forth and waves of pleasure radiated from my crotch into my torso..