Mike and I walked along the street with his arm around me, he would grab my ass and pull my skirt up at times, we made it to his barracks room, it was...a large room with 4 beds in it, he said his roommates would be back soon so we needed to hurry, Mike pushed me back onto a bed and reached under my skirt, he yanked my panties down and pulled them off throwing them in the corner, he pushed my legs open and started to eat my pussy, he was so good at it, his mouth was sucking my clit as his. My wife's body went into sexual convulsions and she trembled and shivered in uncontrolled lust that only she could feel. The black waiter then pulled out from her stretched cunt.He made my wife turn and she bent over the sink marble table. He then pushed down her back with his strong hand and entered again from behind, making Ana whimper and jump over the intrusion…My sensual babe groaned and moaned loud, keeping that black cock pumping her womb…I saw a stream of her own juices running down her. Walking towards the front of the neighborhood, I light up and take a deep puff. I smile. Who cares if my parents are Mormon? Who cares if I get kicked out? Life is too fucking short. I watch Carolina’s old car putter to a stop and I climb in. “Hey there, gorgeous,” Carolina greets me with a smile and mashes her lips against mine. I slide my tongue across her bottom lip and smile when she shivers. As she pulls away, she pinches my nipple, causing my pussy to start dripping again. I bite my lip. But when Beatrice became decidedly unwell, Paul wondered whether it was his wife's loyalty to Mission Control and the senior officers that was misplaced. He'd seen no benefit at all from plunging into the Anomaly. Just where were the promised new discoveries? The bulletin boards were suspiciously empty of anything concrete, although they were full of descriptions of the weird Apparitions. In fact there were so many Apparitions that Paul had become rather bored of them. Another angel. Another.