She had tight faded jeans, a heavy wool flannel shirt and a baseball cap over long brown hair that came down past her shoulders. When she came back to...her jeep to get a few more things, I could not take my eyes off her round ass in the tight jeans and knew I was going to have a hard time concentrating on my work with someone so sexy next door. I was determined however, not to let anything stop me from finishing my novel while I was here and made a promise to myself–don’t let this woman distract. Helen gave Ahn and Sehel a ride to Clara’s. Martina, Paloma, Wendy, Marti, Maddy, Marie and Mo went to Clara’s house to visit with her new guests that evening. Before long Wendy had asked them to please show their true form, that they were friends. The aliens were shocked but Clara was not surprised and nodded to their guests that it would be OK. In less than ten minutes interspecies sex was in full progress. Wendy and Paloma had sex with Grandpa twice. Grandma had sex with Martina twice. Sehel. Go and sit down, you two. I now need to hear from these offenders, these male persons. High Chief John: Bring them before me.” John hardly needed to urge them, for the two lads – they were little more than that, he now accepted – rushed to stand where the girls had stood. John went to stand behind them as their jailor. Numa spoke again.“You two: Names, tribal connections and reasons why you were in our territory, to begin with.” The elder man said, “Toma, not currently of any tribe. This is. Nameless throngs of people. The one saving grace, sitting directly opposite me, she’s wearing a dark business suit, the skirt is pencil tight, the split shows just enough leg, her nylon clad legs, and high heeled shoes. The jacket covering a crisp white blouse, her white lace bra just peeking from the V neck, showing a cleavage that suggests firm medium sized breasts. Her hair, as always, tied up, giving her a slightly stern look. Her makeup is perfect, not too much foundation, just enough, her.