"What can I say?" she explained. "I'm horny." She then tore off her skirt and proceeded to masturbate as if I wasn'teven there. "You're not tired yet ...re you hon?" she asked. "Don't you want to fuckmy ass?" her lips formed a little mock pout as she rolled over and rubbed herfingers over her asshole. I was starting to get hard again already. "No, I'm not tired. Just give me a minute." "Well, then why don't you make yourself useful and lick my pussy?" Again I was amazed at Mandy's language. It. “What the hell does that mean?” Frank asked.“It’s almost comical to hear you say that,” Brock said. “Because it’s almost word for word what your daughters say about you.”Frank looked at Brock stonefaced.“I can offer you some encouragement, if I need to,” Frank said as he cracked his knuckles.Brock laughed out loud.“Oh, you’re serious,” he said when his laughter subsided.“I’ve whipped bigger men than you,” Frank said with a glare.Brock nodded.“Bigger maybe,” he said. “But I doubt you’ve fucked. Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover!Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm. “Zita, I think we require your telepathy skills again.”Her eyes unfocused, before dilating again. “Sorry, I’m not getting anything. I hear a faint buzz when I attune myself to it, but can’t make any sense of it. We’re too far from the source.”“It’s executive decision time. Landing parties, you’re on your own for the moment. I trust you can take care of yourselves, as you’re well equipped and well trained. We’ll pick you up once we’re finished investigating these mysterious signals, but we need.