Until then we have to key everything in manually." Incoming call, Sir." the communications officer called out.Colepepper swung his chair around to fac... the main screen. "On screen."President Twiggery appeared on the screen."Good Morning, Mr. President. This is Gunny Colepepper in command of the Montezuma's Revenge. How may I assist you?" Is General Colt aboard that ship?"I stepped front and center. "Yes Sir, I'm here. May I ask how soon reinforcements can be sent to us here?" They're not going. “I’m hungry, can we stop” “Of course.” We stop, and while I drink more of her milk, filling my belly like a balloon, she eats the grass, flowers, and plants nearby. “You’re getting much bigger, you nearly emptied me on the left side.” “I think I might vomit if I walk with a full belly like this. I’m getting sleepy again, could we just stop for a quick nap Warm milk makes me so tired.” “Yes, I could use the time to. “Gaahh!” she growled, tossing her head back in a loud deep growl. She desperately continued her struggle, breathless, forestalling the inevitable; holding back for as long as possible as the wave of orgasm reached the breaking point. Soon her legs started shaking, buttocks iron tense. She gasped, filling her lungs, and held her breath, teeth clenched. Crunching her abdominal muscles, still clutching his hair with both hands, her head and shoulders began to shiver in concert with her thighs.. And then fuck them, if they could. Because, hey, green skin girls, to quote a wise sage from a time long forgotten.Whatever the reason, humanity took to the stars, made contact with other species and made a place for themselves in the universe as a whole. True, there were quite a few inter-species misunderstandings, a little planetary warfare and a smidgen of near-genocide in between then and the present, but nobody wants to rehash intergalactic history, now do they? No, let it just be said.