When we return, the pickets will update our scout on what they have observed." What are these 'pickets'? Aren't you afraid the aliens will notice them...and give us away?" Fred wanted to know.Jeff let out a chuckle. "Not much chance of that. They're about the size and thickness of your thumbnail and they're using only passive methods of surveillance. Even so, if one of the alien vessels comes within a critical distance, the picket will dissolve into a faint mist of atoms. Remember, we're not. Her blue eyes sparkled like precious stones. Her hair cascaded on her olive shoulders in a shower of golden curls. Her pink lips looked full and inviting. And this was before he'd even looked at the other treasures of her naked body."Lie here," she said, slender hand motioning over a flat patch of beach right next to her. "The sand is soft."Brent got down next to her. She lay on her side, fine sand dusting her naked breasts as she stared at him. Was that really adoration he saw in her eyes? He. He reached across and took hold of my shock blond hair, gathering a bunch in his now clenched fist, and I could feel my neck muscles weaken as he yanked my head to meet his on-cuming cock, the play of wording appropriate for this action, the dew-drop of seminal fluid, was immediately followed by a thick heavy stream of semen, daddy was cuming in my mouth before my lips could close around him, the first powerful shoot, hitting my tonsils, the second and third, painting my bare face, the very. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look.