From somewhere off in the dark, she heard him ask, "Do you like trip-hop?" in a light, almost boyish tone. She kept peeling clothing from her body - u...zipping her skirt and letting it drift to the floor, bra clasps next, then panties."Should I leave my stockings on?" she asked in a clear voice - no stutter. Her hands refused to fly to her mouth and cover it, even though she wanted to stop herself from complying."That would be nice," he purred in her ear. How had he gotten there without her. “For that reason, we sent you messages. We didn’t mean to make you get together though it appears that you enjoy your togetherness. We don’t want to hurt humans. We would like to be, uh, friends or fellow travelers. Just from our observations of the two of you, we have learned that your species makes connections with others of your species in various ways. Larger groups of us connect with other larger groups of us also. However, the connections are deeper and different and include sharing. A few, however, were 'in the know.' These few, of course, included Julie and Sue. Sue enjoyed putting Marci into predicaments by bringing men over to talk to her. The men were generally coached by Sue about how 'easy' Marci was. The girls got a kick out of watching Marci fend off advances, succumbing to requests for slow dances, being held close, and kissed on the neck or groped. He was quite the party girl.*****During one of Kara's friend's parties, Marci looked especially provocative wearing. I pulled my trousers down, revealing my prominent erection. Gemma's face lit up! "Wow, it looks much more impressive in the flesh! May I touch it?" As long as I can play with your boobs!" Deal!' Broke Gemma grabbing my cock, "Fuck, that's hard!" He's pleased to see you," croaked as she inexpertly stroked my cock with virgin hands."We'd better get him up then!" She teased.I fell to my knees, pulling her panties down over her fishnet stockings in one swoop exposing her divine triangle. I clamped.