”He waved them forward, and they moved towards the curved ramp that led from the hull to the hangar bay, rifles raised as they navigated the odd geo...etry. Pete went first, the barrel of his rifle passing through the force field that held the atmosphere inside the bay, followed by his armored suit as he set foot on level ground. His stomach lurched as he entered the freighter’s AG field, good, that meant that there was still power to the ship despite the damage to the aft section. His suit HUD. The house was small, cozy-looking, and in excellent shape for being in the middle of the woods. As they approached the door, John looked around, seeing no clear path. The dwelling seemed to be completely isolated, though for all they knew they were close to a town. There was the smell of something delicious cooking behind the door.Greta knocked on the door, looking strangely solemn, and they waited for several seconds before it opened. John had speculated that the owner would be some modern-day. Some people might say that she should not wear such bikinis. After all, she was a 38-year-old woman with three children, Samantha, Elizabeth, and Fran. Hers certainly was not a bikini that should be worn by a mother. Her breasts overflowed the bra top, the bottom front barely covered her pussy, and the rear was so small and tight that the material rode right up into the crack of her ass.If no one was paying attention my eyes devoured her. It was relatively easy to steal peaks at her luscious. As I was walking back to the stairs, I noticed a boy sitting on a swing under a large Sycamore tree. He looked around 15, and looked a bit like Ryan Sheckler; he had shaggy dirty-blonde hair that hung just above his shoulders and electric blue eyes that really excited me. He was shirtless, and his chest was toned, Not too muscular, but it was obvious that he played some kind of sport. He had a very light six pack, and one of those V-things that led down to his board shorts- red with a thick.