Then he patted himself on the breast. “Zagza.”He had said it quickly, but Schaffer repeated the name while pointing at the alien, and he seemed de...ighted. His name was Zagza then, it was a start at least. These creatures were not so alien after all. They understood gestures, they had similar language abilities, they were curious and intuitive. Schaffer dared to believe for a moment that perhaps his bad luck had finally turned. These aliens had been in the right place at the right time to come. He was a big strong man with thick muscular arms and powerful thighs. He had a handsome round face with a wry sexy smile and pretty dark eyes. He was playful and funny and everything about him was the polar opposite of her husband who in recent years had become serious and often morose."God you're like a machine," she giggled as Harold scooped her up in his strong arms and rolled her onto her back. She spread her legs wide and the rich scent of her arousal wafted up and over her eager body. He. Her toes were small, but neatlyformed. No overlapping, runt toes, or anything like that. Thenails were painted a warm pink, and trying not to be obvious, Ichecked for smell. . . nothing worse than rubbing stinky feet.Hers had no smell at all.I held her foot in my hands, enjoying the feeling to the stockingagainst my palms, and slowly started kneading the sole of herfoot. I drew my fingers across the bottoms, starting at theheel, and ending up gently pulling on her toes. I pressed. " So you figured the raise was to keep your silence." I suppose. Are you jealous?" Damn right, I'm jealous." Well, you should be. I can tell you the guy last night lasted a lot longer than you." God, how well she knew how to yank my chain."I see," I said. "Maybe you'll want to give me a second chance." Maybe," she said with a twinkle in her eye.She was turning me on just by the way she mocked me when she said, maybe and the seductive way she sat and looked at me. Self-control is not what I'm.