The clones are here to stay, and we both know it. The protesters are still the minority. Most people are not going to give up on their easy, carefree ...ives." Van slammed the book he was holding down on the desk. Flakes of the ancient, fragile paper broke away. Bar-ak was jolted by the action. It was so out of character for the old man. He was one of the few people that still used paper, rather than the cheaper, more efficient electronic sources. "No." he said, sadly. "But soon enough their. Sometimes there are skid-marks, and I must confess that these I ignore, as they do nothing for me, but heaven knows I'm not one to criticise; whatever floats your boat, and maybe one day I'll progress to an appreciation of the brown arts. The goldmine however, is the little strip between the two. Pale coloured panties are the best in my opinion, because you can gaze at the stains first, imagining how the knickers have ridden up between the owners lips. Those lips may be pink, they may be. I'm so full of energy that..." She grinned at him, but didn't finish the sentence. Instead, "It seems like there's something new every day."And there's a... starship sitting out there," she continued, motioning vaguely toward the back of the Retreat. "And it... she was part of our girls' rescue. They would have been raped and probably killed by those sickos." They were both quiet for a moment before she finally went on. "We owe these people our girls' very lives. There is no way we can ever. She moans and moves her other hand from her cheek to her other breast. Mmm. She's demanding. Nonetheless I squeeze her breasts harder and kiss her more forcefully. She groans and I move my hands lower to grip her shirt in my hands. I pull her shirt over her head, breaking the kiss. I toss her shirt to the floor and move my hands back to her breasts. She lets out a lustful groan and kisses me hard. I moan and my hands are forced above me as she pulls my shirt roughly above my head. Revealing my.