. most at the juncture of her thighs. I can feel the soft wispiness of her pubic hair. Unlike most women I’ve been with, hers is finer than the hair...on her head. It feels almost like an illusion, like it’s not real. Slip my hand a little higher, brushing past her pussy, until my palm rests on her lower abdomen. Now comes the really tricky part. I need to rotate… Freeze; her leg is moving. Her breathing’s changing. Is she waking up? No, just shifting. She’s thrown her leg over mine; good thing. The Female was pregnant with three children. That is why there were the symbiants in the ship. The male had been forced to inseminate the female by the symbiants.The WE would have both brain stems reconstructed in two hours. The WE assured us that there were no other symbiots left in the ship.Tiger and I looked at each other and sat down and spelled each other as the other took a short nap. Boy I am glad I got those chronometers. We had Cynthia come over.The WE woke the two Karg. The male was. We were about fifty feet from the grime-encrusted door that led into 'Iron-bar' Steve's prison brothel when the guard finally spoke."You're not such hot shit you know," he mumbled."Wha ... at?" I asked, stunned by what the guard had said."You're not such hot shit! The warden gave me this detail. To escort a scumbag criminal transvestite back to E block. It's fucking degrading," he snarled.The guard pushed me sideways and I tottered on my high heels and tripped on the broken tiles of the. My manhood was at full attention and I needed relief from the pressure of it being trapped in my trousers. Ashley sat on top of me, straddling me, her wet pussy pressing against me, the palm of her hands pressing down on my bare chest.She rocked back and forth very slowly and deliberately.“Do you want it?” she asked.“Can you handle it?” I asked in return.“Oh yeah!” Ashley replied, as she lifted off from my lap. She scooted down and sat on my upper thigh, allowing her the ability to work on my.