Slowly you stroke your hand up and down Sarah’s thigh making it look almost an unconscious action. With each move of your hand you’re also pulling...her skirt higher exposing more and more of her leg, now Mike is openly watching your hand prolonging the tension you suddenly ask Mike for another drink, you watch as he jumps at his name ‘sorry what did you say’ he asks.‘Another drink would be nice please Mike’ you repeat, you see his disappointment as you move your hand from Sarah’s leg and hold. Oddly enough ... the beings on the Sirius sized planet were bipedal ... in a manner of speaking. They strode along on two appendages. April was flea sized. We might have made a wart on a gnats ass ... but probably not.We visited what they called a University. April kept us connected and translated. April is a built in translator."Earth ... we call it earth," said the professor."Oh ... that? It's the sun," said the student, "Why? What do you call your home?" Earth," said Vee, "And our star is. I drizzled some oil on her right tit and tentatively began to rub it around. Mom chastised "You've got to actually touch them to massage the oil in, Hut. It's a good thing you're not a dairy man, you'd never manage to get the machines hooked up with that kind of squeamishness. They're just tits, Hut, and you're just moisturizing them".So I put some oil in one palm and rubbed my hands together over her right tit so that both my hands were oily as hell and reached for it. I put my left hand under. He said that some of the prisoners had caused some kind of scene and Ibera had turned a whole bunch of them into pillars of salt!Holy crap!When I called Jim Bob, he came right over so I could fill him in on everything.When I told him the whole story (or at least as much as Lenny told me) he had a strange look on his face.“Whoa!” He gulped, “She just waved her hands and they turned into pillars of salt? That’s like Sodom and Gomorra kinda shit! What the hell did they do to get her THAT pissed.