Freeing my breasts you break the kiss and I watch as you lower your head. Closing my eyes I let my head fall back as you flick my nipple with your ton...ue. Getting lost in the feel of your mouth on me I forget your hand that has again begun to move. The feel of your fingers rubbing me through my thong sends a jolt of pleasure through me that brings me back to the present. “Bedroom please.” I moan dropping my head to your shoulders. Sitting back you watch as I stand on wobbly legs before kneeling. "Yes," Mark said and added, "Why?" Because Mark, I've got the gun, which you seem to keep forgetting, andtwo, because I asked," Ms. Kay said, "and if this happens again Mark,I'm going to make you a soprano - very painfully." Twenty two inches," Mark said."Twenty two inches," Ms. Kay repeated."Shit! Are you kidding me? I'd kill for twenty two inches," the womanthey called Ms. Bee said standing at the door."Hell, I'd kill for thirty two inches again," Ms. Kay said beforeturning to one of the. ”“You said that it was all true, every bit of it. That must include the Martians capturing us and locking us in the closet.”“Maybe that bit didn’t happen,” said Tara.“I kind of figured.”Our chuckles danced around us in the dark like fireflies – brightening up our moods if not the actual closet.“Did you seriously dream about Martians breaking into the house?”“Yeah,” I said.“So, what else did your Martians do apart from capturing us and locking us in your closet?”“Well, they waited until the. You behave more like my people than your own at times.”“I don’t know if that’s true, I’m just learning to understand how you think, and what you expect of me.”“Well, you’re doing a good job so far.”It was a rare compliment from the usually reserved alien, and it put a smile on his face. She seemed embarrassed, as if she had slipped up, and immediately changed the subject.“So, what are we doing next?”“It’s pretty late now,” he replied, “we probably have time to watch another movie or play.