We both looked over to see her long legs stretching out, coming down one step at a time.As she got further down it was clear she intended to keep the ...et. Dressed to impress, Beth rounded the bottom of the stairs and walked towards us. Our mouths dropped open.She was dressed in a black lace body that ran high on the waist, showing off the full curve of her hips. The lace wove intricately over her body, her breasts cupped in lace, perfectly round and firm.Her nipples were erect and pressing. EPILOG or EPILOGUE: In the Crestin College classroom the last assignment was being written on the board as a student called out "Dr. Scotsdale is this test tomorrow comprehensive?"Before the lecturer could reply, a second voice interrupted."I'm sorry people but some things just can't wait."Dr Megan MacLean Scotsdale looked over to see her husband smiling broadly in the doorway, those big brown eyes and disarming smile melting her as always. She walked over and took her eighteen month old son. You mean you can communicate will all humans simultaneously, through mental contact?”“Yes. I will transmit the first scenario now. It is a logical extension of the fate that will befall Earth if we simply disable your weapons and take no further action. The second scenario will present the alternative, which will likely follow our full involvement in saving your (now our) planet. I think it will be very clear to everyone which is the better of the two scenarios.The first scenario began. It was. The anticipation is a torment but one that she enjoys. His thumb circles the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and her moan becomes frustrated, a deep pleading sound as it erupts from low in the back of her throat. His touch when it comes is teasing, the tip of his tongue flicking her inner thigh, teeth nipping the soft skin. It’s pleasurable, but not what she needs. What she needs is the wet heat of his mouth, the way he uses his tongue in that special way to make her body erupt in.