We edged over to the couch and descended onto it. Holger unhooked the bra of my bikini and threw it aside. His mouth immediately latched onto a nipple...and nipped at it gently making me moan with arousal.All of a sudden he broke away from me. “Oh, I am so rude. I am a bad host. I have offered you no refreshment. Can I get you anything?”I reached forward and massaged his impressive bulge. “Only this.”It was an impulsive act and totally out of character for me. I wasn’t normally so forward, but I. Dave and I maintained some semblance of respectability by occupying a table with four drinks set out as though our women were on the floor dancing – which they were – and we were waiting for them to return – which they wouldn’t. Rosalind and Jo whirled around that dance floor gyrating almost like they were fucking each other right there on the floor. It pays to advertise and they sure as hell were! Before long a guy cut in and began dancing with Jo and Rosalind simply stayed right where she was. "No," Billings agreed with a sigh, "she certainly doesn't. But let us forgive her for this minor transgression, shall we? Martians are well known for their crudity with the spoken word. After all, look at their ancestry. They are the descendents of welfare recipients of a society that were once the lower classes from this hemisphere. It amazes me sometimes that they can speak coherently at all."The assembled politicians and military leaders all had a laugh at this jest although, in truth, none. "They went upstairs to her bedroom and her mom pulled down a large photo album."Here honey look at these. Now don't be to shocked. "Deborah sat down on the edge of the bed and opened the huge book. The first page was a large photo of her mom naked and spread wide showing her body to the full. Beautiful perky breasts and a very wet open cunt. Deborah's eyes widened in surprise. Her mom was incredibly hot. The next page was her mom in a series of sexual encounters with men and women. As she went.