Calling out the orders as he went, Shaun worked the taps while I mixed drinks; he could pour a pint so perfectly it would make a grown man cry. I love... to watch him work; loved the deft flick of the wrist which turned the glass upright, the sudden jerk on the tap to stop the draft, beer perfectly perched at the rim of the glass, glistening and cold, with just the right amount of creamy head. Just remembering the other things Shaun could do with his talented hands made me blush.Glancing over,. After this , we all took a shower and had some chitchats and then planned to take some lunch.They all wore their shorts, Bermudas and t-shrits and passed me the overcoat that Sumit brought to me. I had nothing to be ready basically, so I wore the overcoat and closed the buttons and went ahead to put on some make up. Once I was done , I looked myself in mirror . I was looking exactly like a high class sluts who gets fucked while their husbands are away in business tours. Saurabh came and opened. As I looked at him I felt my mother, his wife, press her naked flesh against my back. Her hands came around me and undid my trousers. She slipped her hands into the waistband and pushed them down, along with my boxers. I felt one hand push my shirt upwards, revealing my bare back, and the other close over my stiff tool. I nearly came in her hand.Mum nibbled sexily at my ear."Your father's so busy with his grass he doesn't realise that his wife needs fucking!"My cock twitched. I had never heard. In the last few months, however, the Seeker seemed to acquire new knowledge that led to a solution of sorts. It required the presence of a Praetor on Earth, availing the primitive and volatile Earth people of its technology. The details of what the Praetor labeled the ‘Recovery Project’ had been carefully worked out in the Seeker’s mind, then rejected by the Seeker herself because of her unwillingness to believe the incredible series of catastrophes and unlikely events required to bring her.