“What have you seen?” I asked.She smiled and rolled onto her side, her hand tracing my inner thigh. “Tits. But just through her shirt. She has s...ch nice, round tits.”I reached up and tweaked her right nipple through the fabric of her shirt. “I’m pretty happy with your tits,” I said.She squirmed slightly, then slid her hand onto the bulge forming in my boxers. “Hers are a lot bigger,” she said. “You don’t want to see them bounce?”I slide my hand along her belly and into her panties, stroking. " Mrs. Potter?" Kathy asked with genuine surprise. "I didn't think she'd let anyone stretch her sphincter, except her husband." Even an unusual woman like Mrs. Potter has to pay homage to a heroine like 'O, '" Mommy explained. "She wouldn't be free to do what she does if 'O' hadn't lead the way." Oh, I see." She gave Mommy a big kiss and surrendered herself to exploration. It wasn't long before the look-a-likes were so entwined that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began, even. The First hesitated before responding. “I told the females that clothing was to be worn in public, but I suppose I need to define ‘public’ in more detail. They are not accustomed to having their own apartment – I think the term is – to sleep and eat in. All they have ever known was a large room where they ate, and a communal bedroom where they all slept. There was another large room where the sex usually occurred.”“Well,” Diana said, “most Earthmen are almost constantly trying to get women out. The young couple made their way up the worn stone steps that ran from the base of the wall to the rampart walkway. Genevieve led the way. Paul watched the sway of her hips as she climbed and admired how tightly her jeans gripped her firm ass cheeks. He wondered why she’d worn the jeans today and not the skirt which she usually did. Probably because she didn’t go to the school today, he thought.For the first time since they’d been going together, he didn’t know how to behave towards her. He was.