Still she went anyway. For some reason, she told herself, maybe there’d be a guy who’d come up, and ask her to dance. Was that lame or was it lame...she wondered? It was 1982 and yes that’s right, it was the school’s senior prom. Sullen about not being asked to it, she wasn’t thrilled about doing this. Going on her own to it that night but she went, alone, anyway just so she could see if she could have a good time anyway. She was a very pretty, long haired blond. Her hair was cute and wispy and. “Chodo mujhe,” she panted. “Hurry, Mastram. Fuck my wet choot.” Mastram dropped to his knees, his giant, spit-slickened lundlance pulsing over her belly.Geeta looked up eagerly as he mounted her, aiming his spongy lund tip at the pouting, curly-haired lips of her choot. The horny blonde watched and felt the lund going into her, stretching her tight choot open, making her glistening chootal walls spasm and suck as they forcibly accommodated the belly-probing length of his lund. “Oh, fuck me!. She pushed her finger in a little further and started to go in and out, while still massaging with her thumb, all in time with her sucking.I held onto the back of her head as she was doing all of this. I could tell this was not a new technique for her, because she was doing an amazing job. Within moments I was ready to erupt. I pulled her head tight against me, and she leaned down, straightening her throat. My first shot of cum must have gone straight down into her stomach, because I was deep. It would make things easier in coaxing your people to get aboard, so they can come home,” Alex explained. The blue-skinned woman nodded thoughtfully as the logic made perfect sense. As she turned to Valessa and spoke in their own language, Alex couldn’t help but get a good look at the alien women.Valessa was everything that her daughter was, but fuller, riper, more mature. She stood at six-foot-one while Lumi was shorter at five-ten, with larger and fuller tits, easily an EE cup, at least two.