I catch a couple college kids out the corner of my eye. They’re drunk but not disorderly so we just continue to drive. ‘Marsha said she’d make s...eaks this weekend if you and Anne want to come by.’ ‘That might work,’ Glen says in response. I can’t get anything more out of him so I change the subject to the mugginess of the weather. An hour later we are further down the strip in the darkest part of town. I’ve only been on the job a year and most of our busts have been down in the depths of the. Apparently they can 'hear' a navigation beacon or IFF beacon that seems to belong to a Confederacy ship. But as everyone knew until Master Will and the Aer Lingus fell through one star-gates are impossible.Well let me tell you something. I'm about six or seven months into my study of space-time according to the Confederacy, and though they don't admit to having ever built such things it is obvious to me that they could be built. It also seems to me that they should not be built until we have. As I reached back to rub my clit I felt his balls on my chin as he had forced his cock down my willing throat. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and I reached for it but he had another idea. He slid under me and my eyes lit up as I realized he was going to fuck my pussy. I felt an instant flood of pussy juices flowing out of my cunt and my nipples hardened as he reached up and softly bit and nibbled then one after the other. I was gasping for air in excitement and the thought of having his. Aunty Polly was mums sister, a grand good looker, who was unable to have k**dies, her hubby a tall good looking soul who thought the world of her, and of Louise though he had a slightly odd manner in that he was a ladies’ man and he would never miss a chance of a sly kiss or cuddle with any female, Louise included. They were both naturists, practising nudism whenever they were alone. Both aunt and uncle were very open about life and especially about sex, sexuality and nudity something mum.