Katie was leaving the house in the most ridiculous outfit for 10 am. She was wearing one of her tight clubbing dresses. It was candy apple red and you...could see her legs above the stockings the dress was so short. She had black high heels on and had the sexiest walk, shaking her ass side to side, obviously trying to be slutty. She walked right by her car and kept going down the street. I could only imagine what our neighbours thought, come to think of it, I could only imagine how many of them. “Breakfast is here, my dear. It’s Quiche Lorraine this morning and a bowl of fresh berries. I’ll pour you some tea. Come on, up, up, up!”“Where did all of this energy come from, Mac?” Grace asked as she begrudgingly got out of bed.“Regular sex appears to energize me,” Mac said teasingly. “Although I should probably say frequent sex since nothing is merely regular with you in bed.”She smiled. He was right about that! From the erotic champagne bottle fucking she’d received to the mild spanking. My ancestors had left Earth so long ago, still, as I saw that blue and white marble I was certain I had never seen a more beautiful world and there was an unexplainable connection.Some dim distant inherited memory seemed to tell me, that this was the world I really came from. Earth had beautiful oceans and the Folks of Norway were friendly spoke and even a strange but understandable form of my Nilfe. The traditional music and sights made me feel home as well and the Oceans up at Hammerfest just. Her large perfectly round breasts bounced and her chest heaved and her sweat glistened on her lithe bronzed body. Her hands caressed down her own shoulders to her big pert nipples and started playing with them, tweaking and pulling and twisting. Other hands ran gently over my face, tracing the contour of my cheek and jaw. My nose itched. I needed to scratch my nose. I was on top of Zoe, pumping into her, feeling the heat rise from her chest, watching her blonde hair blow in the breeze. My hand.