‘…a hard one. There’s a lot I want, but most of it is bad for me. I have to learn to control my appetite. How about a blow… pop.’ The ‘har... one’ is an easy innuendo to get a giggle from, but it doesn’t seem deliberate. Referring to my appetite made her think about a conversation a week prior where we discussed libidos and she referred to mine as my ‘appetite.’ And then the blow pop with the pause written between was a slight joke that I knew she would giggle at. It was a treat with both. Changed from the whining and bitching that had been so common when they’d been extracted to the point where they were all pulling towards a common goal. Survival.As he clambered up the steep stairway into his home he couldn’t wait until terraforming was complete and they could drop the outer bubbles and walk the planets surface.Mandy Simpson stepped out of the bathroom and looked her new body over in the full length mirror that had been provided in the bedroom. The simple fact that she’d walked. I saw tons of women at their most vulnerable state—naked, in front of a mirror, while another woman (that would be me) stood in front of them. Read over that last sentence. It kind of sounds like a bad dream, am I right?Right before a spray tanning appointment, my heart would sink. It’s because I knew there was an 80% chance that the woman I would be spraying would say one or all of the following about herself: “I haven’t worked out in forever!” “Don’t judge me; I just had a baby.” . I made her lie down on the bed and came over her. We kissed again. I again attacked her sexy neck. Suddenly, I pulled down her leggings. She was expecting her kurti to go off first and was taken by surprise.I saw her cute pink panty and pulled it down with my teeth. She moaned. Her pussy was totally wet. I spread her legs and went down and sucked her pussy which I call pinky because her cunt is so pinkish. She shuddered. I then moved up after a while. She held my dick tightly. She calls it.