She caught me looking and just smiled at me. I started to get a hard-on till I looked at my wife checking out the couple.Connie came over to me and sa...d, "Check out what this girl is wearing. What a slut!" Wow! Nice butterfly," I said.Connie hit me, albeit playfully. Good thing she didn't notice the hard-on. The guy looked more like he was casing the garage sale. Why would anyone case a garage sale? It's your junk. You expect to get rid of it. He was welcome to come back at night and steal it. My initial reaction, one of powerless rage against Albert for not briefing me properly that night at the hospital, lasted only until I reflected that the man had been dying in agony and could hardly be blamed for failing to make his meaning entirely clear. No, the responsibility was mine, and it was for me to decide what to do about it. And first of all, of course, I had to negotiate the garden party. I had made plans for this, and that night and the next morning between wild fucking sessions. " "I think that you'd better take your sister's advice, Toppsy," said Tiffany. "Trust me, even though it looks like it'll never fit, your body you can do things here that it couldn't do before you arrived." "Not to mention that we're gonna make you suck and fuck me anyway," said Jordan. "You'll enjoy things a lot more, if you cooperate." Jordan was gently stroking the shaft of her cock, bringing it to its full erect length of two feet. As Toppsy continued to stare at her incredible. Man, we really are the worst.In time, our spaceship arrived at the site of the distress signal. It was coming from what looked like a research station: an artificially-built satellite about the size of a small complex. They were far from civilization, housed up to ten people max, and were generally pretty loaded. In other words, the perfect prey for the two of us.I turned to Nate."So, the usual plan?" Lure them into a false sense of security, stun all of them, take everything that's not bolted.