The moisture on it glistened in the light. As she moved I could see her pussy lips parting slightly. My first instinct was to touch it.My hand was tre...bling as I lowered it between her legs. She noticed this and took my hand in hers once again. With a gentle slow motion she placed my hand on her warm pussy. I thought I would cum when I felt how moist and smooth it felt.I was hesitant as to what I should do. I didn’t know sensitive it was or how I should be touching it.“Don’t worry, Michael. You. "I'm a big fan ofyour work" "We'renot in L.A.? Right?" "We'reheading for Mars, the red planet as you know. Please don't panic Ms. Wray. I'mTim Ravell the captain of this ship" "Tim?That doesn't sound like a Martian name" "Thislanguage I'm using to communicate with you is not Martianese either" Timpointed to a small device he took out of his pocket. "You see we're usinga translator of some sorts to translate our language to any other language. Andit seems the translation of my name corresponds. She was reaching a curb when i saw it.2 black guys standing there, and she was about to jog pass them.I felt my cock harden.They looked at her and said something but i couldn't quite hear what it was.My girlfriend looked back and smile, but kept jogging.They started to follow her and calling to her, making her slow down and match their pace.She was now walking with 2 guys on each side of her.She was giggling and smiling, i could tell they were probably flirting with her.She stopped completely. “We’re they still alive?” Penelope asks, though she really doesn’t want to hear the answer.The man shakes his head. “Not a single one.”“Why is that?” she asks, trying not to cringe.That’s just gross.“They were too resistant and I’m not a man that forces myself on them,” the executioner says. “It’s easier when they’re dead.”There’s our ticket.Penelope reflexively nods her head to the idea. “Well, how about you try a live one?”“You?”“Of course me,” she says, smiling and kicking up the purring a.