I had never felt that was a particularly attractive description, to me she just had dark blond hair with light blond flecks. Rather attractive, actual...y. The suit, more accurately, the two tiny pieces of material masquerading as a real swimsuit, was an off shade of gold, perfectly complementing the bronzed skin she had so obviously worked hard to attain. She was quite lovely, I would go so far as to say she had a classic beauty. She reminded me of Gene Tierney in ‘A Bell for Adano’, a movie. I looked back into hers. She slowly moved her arms from my neck to my hips and kissed me and started kissing my neck. I pulled her back up and started kissing her again and again. I turned her over and just kept kissing her all over, it felt like something had taken over me. Then she tugged at my waistband."Are you sure?" I whisperedShe smiled and pulled my pants off with no hesitation and began kissing me again. She tugged at my thong and I pulled them both off then I got off and started. They claim to have seen nothing, done nothing, encountered nothing the least bit unusual, or to have had any experience worth discussing. 'Routine submersible operations, ' both of them keep repeating."I ask them, 'where is your submersible, then? Why did you not return with it? Why did you come in that alien craft with two minders?' " And all they say is, 'It was much safer that way. The submersible was a very dangerous and ill-suited machine, sir!'"While Werner Schmidt conferred with the. ”Cindy walked slowly to the cockpit door. She gently prized the men’s mouths from her breasts. “Thank you,” she said. “That will do. I have to see the captain now.” The men looked a little disappointed as they walked away. “Such helpful volunteers,” she thought as she knocked on the cockpit door. The co-pilot opened it. “Got her top off already,” he thought. He saw a drop of cum on her face she had missed. “Already,” he thought. “We haven’t even taken off yet.”"How can I help?” he asked. “I did.