“We were ... collecting intelligence.”“Be that so?” Tillthilf asked, tilting his head and tasting the air with his forked tongue, making them ...onder whether he could taste the truth with it. “What dangerous invasions did you uncover on the empty Tandor streets?”Tillthilf’s accent was strange. While they heard the foreign sounds of the alien tongue, their translators substituted one from their own background, perhaps making assumptions based on similarities between Earth’s and Tandor’s racial. They were talking in hushed tones and really analyzing what items I seemed to be drawn to. I spent most of the time looking at the items and either wondering what they were or what things Amy and Steph would like. There were a copious amounts of cock rings in different sizes and colors, but Amy had already bought one for me. I just bypassed them. I turned the corner and I saw a number of strange hand held objects with openings on one end that looked like lips or vaginas. It was obvious. She moves up slowly until the ridge of his head puts tension on her lips then slams down on him. “Oh yes”, Tom says. Kelly starts bouncing again going faster and harder. Tom lifts her skirt up over her ass exposing her hole to the world. He found her asshole with his middle finger and rubbed it as his dick slid in and out of her. She went faster and they moaned together. Tom started feeling his cock swell and his balls rise. “Get off”, he said but she just kept going. He tried pushing her off. I cleaned the box from the puffy balls of tissue paper. (It's true, you know — a woman's tears are her weapons. And Myriam had found a perfect way to cry long-distance.) At the bottom lay a picture. It was a postcard-sized glamour shot of "Estelle." Her heavy-lashed eyes blazed from the paper, as did her smile. The chestnut hair curled down in perfection until it caressed her stunning new cleavage. Her alias was printed in a corner, in a girlish, faux-handwritten way — a little heart added. The.