Tristan sat and watched her work. Despite their skin coloration and hairlessness they were an attractive people.Tristan's mind returned to a subject h... had not thought of since first meeting the Mylians. How come the two alien races he had met were fundamentally the same as he was? The differences in physical make-up were minor. He found it hard to believe that three totally alien races should be so similar. The Sicceians and humans could be a coincidence, but the Mylians as well? That was. I can't help it. Oh Jesus. I can't help it. I'm moaning andgasping and mewling and I can't seem to keep my eyes open.My hands go to my breasts and I squeeze them together. The combinationmakes my hips shake. I'm spreading my legs like a whore for thiscreature. Jerking. Moving. There's a... there's a rhythm. Acertain... I find it. I find a certain way to move my hips and I rockagainst him. And still, and still it's not enough."I need you," I tell him. "I need you in me. Oh god. I. “Hi. How are you?”“Coach Natasha.”“Huh?”“Hello Coach Natasha, how are you this evening?” She pulled the girl in by her arm, then went around the cabin closing all of the blinds and shades.“Oh, huh, sorry.”“Say it.”“Hi Coach Natasha, how are you?” Natasha let out a deep sigh. “Stacey we only have a limited time to teach you some discipline. I realize at your age two weeks seems like a long time. Trust me. It’s not.” Natasha unbuttoned the top two buttons of her own shirt, revealing a bra. But at last the day was over, Peter could head back to the cabin andrelax away the stresses of the day with Lily. In the first weeks, hewould remove all of his Fiona disguise immediately on getting home. Thecorset was tight and the latex blend felt strange in the summer heat. ButPeter had gotten used to the tight grip of his new thinner waist. He hadacclimated to how his skin felt under the false skin. He had even gottenused to walking into the ladies' restrooms and seeing Fiona's face in.