”“Guilty,” I said, smiling at my wife.She changed direction and brought me around it to my chair. She pressed me down. My naked ass pressed down...on the cheap fabric. I was growing used to feeling the cloth on my bare rump. My wife sank down to her knees before me, her hands gripped her tits. She hefted him, squeezing them. Her fingers kneaded them.My wife piled her breasts around my dick. She squeezed her tits against my cock. I shuddered as her boobs felt amazing. My dick throbbed as they. Now I started to panic. What had I let my wife in for? 'Hey man!' The black barman beckoned to me. 'You looking for you wife?''Yes!' I almost shouted. 'Where is she?''You were enjoying watching her being felt up, yeah!' 'Well yes but where is she?''She's OK man, I told the guys to take her into the back room. Can't be having no sex show here in the restaurant. Just go on through there; it's the door on the left. I be in, in a few minutes for my turn with the slut.' Almost in a daze I went in. It was an old, sash window and it creaked with even the smallest movement. It took Emily several minutes to raise the window enough to be able to creep out. All the time I was scanning the back of the house, trying to catch a glimpse of her parents if they heard the sound and went to investigate.And so my girlfriend Emily slowly crept down the ladder and landed beside me, a small suitcase in one hand. We grinned stupidly at one another. Then, without saying anything and without embracing, Emily. Space itself warped, morphed into something else. Feelings became tastes, tastes became sights – and she was somewhere alien...Just under the speed of light, the mother-ship, in full stealth mode, dropped two probes and a scout ship. The probes were commanded by AI's, the scout by a physical being. The probes' trajectories gradually separated from the scout as all three drifted toward the only viable planet in the star system.The probes and scout were armed, but the main weapon of each was.