Mark had climbed on top of her and passionlessly eased her panties aside, before sighing... "No..why can't work wait? Lets do it properly," as he shif...ed so his cock was invitingly in front of her, and his mouth traced down her belly again to move to her crotch. She eased him off, laughing. "No, I've got to be there.'' She pulled her panties off, revealing her neatly trimmed but prominent bush of pubic hair. "You've got two minutes," she sighed as she re-opened her legs. "Its OK," he said,. Once, a very long time ago, there were males, but they all died out due to some evolutionary malfunction. Luckily, the females discovered the ancient art of Gutra, life through sex. A Blosbian can live forever as long as she has females to fuck and not just any females, but the females of other species. The semen of these women is like water to the Blosbians. These blue skinned divas can still fuck each other, but they hunt and capture women of other species to use as sex slaves in order to. When she found out, she intended to break it off, but in the end, decided the sex and companionship were too good to drop. She hadn’t had much luck finding a guy who she both liked and could truly satisfy her. This guy could. Her take on it was, if she was going to willingly go along with THAT, then not sleeping with me was silly, given that she both liked me and the sex was pretty good. It’s not like she has many opportunities to meet guys when she’s deployed on a ship in the Persian Gulf. I. Once on a sweltering summer night I crept through her bedroom window to be closer to her and spent the night with my face only inches from hers. I left at dawn before her father could catch me. Tonight she is out later than usual, hurrying home alone. I am across the street, lurking in the shadow of a tree when I notice the van again. This is the second time it has driven by and the driver seems very interested in the girl. I watch with growing concern as the van parks under a burned out street.