We put our pants back on and started looking at the magazines again at a more leisurely pace. After about fifteen minutes my brother asked if I was ha...d again. When I told him I was he asked I was going to jack off again. Instead of answering I dropped my pants and started slowly stroking my cock. My brother watched for a minute then started undoing his pants. With my cock in my hands I crossed the room and said I bet it feels even better if we stroke each other off. And it did.I don't remember. She rolled her head and looked outside. Parker felt her will to be caressed. It was as clear and tangible as any pair of hands that had ever touched him. She came back to herself and pressed her hand over her slit again. She moaned, not too softly this time and ground her fingers in a broad circular motion, pulling her lips around in her fingers’ path. Parker’s cock began aching for freedom, straining to be fondled. He felt his thick shaft through his pants. He could see Rachel’s moisture. Bipedal, with immensely powerful digitigrade legs and a top land speed that matched most hovertanks, the creature bristled with biological weapons. The two massive hooked blades in the end of arms muscular enough to drive those blades through solid composite armor. The stumpy limbs with wormguns at their ends, aiming in every direction. The back mounted parasitic creature called the rocketvore, which was capable of breeding and launching guided biological munitions that could be anything from. "You and I are kindred in very many ways. I am sad that our species must maintain separation as we do, as we have."That one took some thinking about. I did it as I fixed my coffee and his breakfast, letting him out while I was doing so for his potty—loo—break. As Camilla and I had last night, I set out his food on the table so we could sit together."I agree with what you said a few minutes ago, Asmedogh," I began at length. "About the need for our two species to keep separate, avoid contact..