To top it off, I met Stella Perkins a year ago and fell in love with her. I still remember the exact scenario – meeting her at a club I frequently ...isited, catching a glimpse of her beautiful face and well-proportioned body clothed in a sexy, red knee-length dress, and gathering my guts to go talk to her. I remember how she’d been sitting alone at the bar counter, watching the animals inside the people unleashed on the dance floor, with a drink in her hand, and how after many self-reproachful. “That is Nancy. She loves to wear that strap-on. No hole is safe when she’s wearing it. She’s always fucking something with it.” Nancy was no bigger than Jennifer but she had control of the situation, fucking Jennifer’s pussy with abandon. Jennifer still had on her leather skirt, hiked up to her waist and her red blouse was open displaying her black bra with one breast out of the cup and the other covered. Jennifer turned her head to the side and saw me standing in the doorway with Gloria at. We lowered ourselves onto the cushions and explored each other's bodies. His buddy was covered in thick black hair. It was hard to find his nipples as they were hidden in black hairy nests when I did find them I was thrilled they were big thick eraser nips and when my mouth covered them and I started nursing on them he moaned and I could feel the one in my mouth and the one in my fingers harden. He started groping me and feeling my cock and balls sliding down and under until he found my smooth. Slowly, gradually the tiny form in the vast hostile cosmos, yet self contained and protected, drifted closer and closer to the mystery contained within the long abandoned station circling an empty distant planet, nothing of worth to mankind for astronomical distances and long lonely days and nights and weeks and months in any direction, except for the knowledge and curiosity to be found on this vast derelict, hanging in pregnant expectation for the fertilizing germ of a human awareness to give.