"It looks like that dress was made foryou."Jack laughed. "I doubt that the dress designer thought it would be wornby someone like me." Cindy handed hi... the bottle of wine. "I've mixed upa batch of cosmopolitans. Would you like one?" he asked."That sounds good. Thank you." While Jack went to get the drinks, Cindylooked around the apartment. The lights were low and soft music played onthe stereo. The table was set for an intimate candlelit dinner. There wasa vase of fresh flowers on the coffee. There was a loud female laugh and both of us looked in the direction, one of the men was kissing her, and another was stroking her inner thigh, working his way onto her crotch, I knew her black panties were as wet as my own were, I stared, and he saw I was a voyeur, 'You like to watch', I looked at him, and felt myself flush again, I was confused, I struggled to answer, had I said anything it would be an admittance to my kink, 'It's her problem, not mine', I said. He smiled warmly, 'You're. If he had just used it, why test it now? In addition, it may be that they are growing more astute at reading our body language and involuntary reflexes. When I made the mistake of detailing alternate uses for the lasers, for example, Akakha clearly made the connection to the lander 'damage.' And even to a low-technology observer that damage was obviously strictly cosmetic. They cannot be sure, but I think they were more than halfway convinced that we were dissembling. That they accepted our. 'Why yes, darling, he certainly is.... wanna get in the back and we can stretch out?' Brad moaned. Brad hopped out on one side and Jeff did on the other and all three climbed in the back; tons more room! Apparently they'd done this before! Brad shed his pants quickly as Jeff slid down Paul's pants to reveal garterbelt, fishnet stockings, gauzy panties with his hard cock throbbing in them, then pulled off his uniform shirt to show off his underwire bra cradling his growing titties!'How's the.