She did not. Once done, I returned to the service and began to sip my tea.“What is that?” I asked. The IPad beside her showed a jumble of characte...s scrolling up the screen. This was not Google Maps. “I hope you’re not surfing the dark web, Zanya. I don’t want to be arrested for dealing drugs.”So much for humour, I thought, Ill-advised or not. Zanya was too completely absorbed in the character storm to respond.“Don’t forget your tea, luv; it’ll go cold on you, quickly. The biscuits are good,. "What the hell is that?" I asked knowing damn good and well what I had grabbed a hold of but preparing to play things off if things didn't go right. Surprisingly Glen pulled his shorts to the side and said, "That's my cock your stroking?" "You wouldn't mind if I sucked it, would you?" I said. Glen grabbed his dick and guided it toward my mouth and softly said, "Here, open up." I felt him slide it in and closed my mouth around him, when he moaned, "oh yeah!!" My dick instantly became hard. The slight scent of dew stood out among the pine. Mixed with the pine and dew also was the dominate smell of a woman, who stood at the steps of her home. Her build was one of a large, hefty woman. She had been called, by those not so tactful, a mountain of unmovable flesh. Her brow just slightly connected and her lips were thin against such a large face. She bore green eyes that shone, these were though very blank. Above her slouched a mess of tangled untamed hair, which had the color red. Just. "So what did you call that robot of yours? Panther something?" she asked."SABRE Panther. It's an acronym for… um, never mind, it's corny," he replied."It can't be any worse than 'Cheer Raider'. Come on, you can tell me." Space Alien Battle Robot Exoframe." So it's from space?" Yeah," Matt said. "There was an interstellar war, somewhere in the galaxy, a long time ago. The names don't really translate, and Panther don't have any cultural information on his people, just tactical data concerning.