The sound of nylon rubbing against nylon made Marcia hot. She loved the way her mother's legs felt in the pantyhose. She held her mother's head to her...breasts as Carol's tongue eagerly flicked her nipples. "Yes Mom, yes," Marcia cried. "I love having you suck my nipples like this. It feels so good." Carol slowly moved her lips down Marcia's stomach. She traced a line with her tongue from Marcia's stomach down to her silky smooth pelvis. She started eagerly licking her daughter's pantyhose. Marsella responded by clutching my hands and guiding them to places where she felt more desirable. She let me undo her blouse from the front and then her bra from the back, giving me more freedom to feel and massage her tits. I liked lifting them up and then squeezing them gradually till I was at the nipples. I bent over her shoulder and she let me suck them too. Without fuss, she unzipped my fly and sprang my tool – now beginning to harden with excitement. As I stood before her, she unbuckled. Most of his gear was gone, and his helmet had been removed.He was sat on a bench in a dingy troop bay, surrounded by tall, shadowy figures. The rumble of an engine made the seat beneath him shake, the motion of the vehicle jostling him. It all came back to him in a flash. The battle in the dunes, the alien war beasts, the Rask.A dozen pairs of reflective, yellow eyes peered back at him, their feline pupils dilated into dark circles. There was a whole squad of the aliens, all dressed in a blend. She always dressed very sexily, and unless it was freezing out you could count on her wearing a miniskirt, revealing top, and often even high heeled shoes. I also noticed her coming home with several older (didn't know this at the time), boyfriends. They'd be holding hands and she'd give them very hot french kisses goodbye on her porch. A couple of month's after her and her mother had moved in I met her mother and she invited me to dinner. Angel's mom was a single mother that worked two jobs to.