He pulled himself up into his chair and began acting like the Commander-in-Chief that he was."Sarah, can you give me a damage report please? According...to Mary, the Rebecca sustained five missile hits, how much damage did they do?"Sarah was still struggling to keep her raw emotions in check, but she tried to carry out her duties, even smiling at her son, Simon, as he left the bridge."No damage to report, Commander. For some reason the hull managed to absorb the impact of the missiles," she. Neither Mom nor I referred to our conversation in the kitchen.Finally, however, as we were sitting at the table for lunch, I looked at Mom and asked her, "Mom, are you really happy with your life?"She paused a moment, surprised at the question. "Of course I'm happy. What--what do you mean?" Well, Mom," I began, sort of feeling my way, "Dad works so hard, and he's so--so serious and all. And you don't get--uh--taken out much--and--uh..." Your father has been a very good husband, honey. I have no. Climbing out of the pool, I got a nice close look at his cock. It was beautiful and hard as a rock. When we got inside I took him into the small closet -like private booth off the theater. I sat down and pulled him close, grabbing his ass. I put his cock head against my lips and slid down to his balls. It was a long way, more than the 9 inches I had estimated earlier. When I went back up, I put the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. He was leaking precum and it tasted wonderfully. “We have conversations with her,” explained the alien more fluently now, through the laptop speaker, “and Claude ... a man who is an expert in translation.”“Claude Simon!”“Yes.” The alien waved towards the laptop “Between us we adapted his real-time translation engine, which is quite good now. My species communicate a lot by thought, I should explain, with our hair. It’s like your wifi, but for brainwaves. It’s a lot faster than moving your mouth and lips, creating soundwaves as you expel air..