’ ‘You can kiss me again if that will make you feel better.’ Another moth-like landing added lipstick to his cheek. They chatted and she asked w...ere his other visitors were. ‘I don’t have any family in this city and my literary agent and publisher are located abroad. ‘What about Jessie?’ ‘Who’s Jessie?’ ‘Jessie Chicago.’ ‘She’s not…’ ‘Oh, how stupid of me, of course she lives only in your imagination and on your pages. I know this sounds awful, but I’m in love with her. She’s such a role model. We can keep a few animals protected for emergency rations or something, but I don't like farming myself and I don't think we'll help ourselves out by starting up a giant population-increasing project. We may already have more of one than will do us any good."We've got a bunch of people here now and life won't be very hard for them. I'm betting infant mortality for our group is going way down and soon. I'm glad about it, but I'm not happy thinking it's going to spread fast."I hate to see. Good night," she said."Good night," he replied.Kristy walked over to the bedroom and walked in and then closed it. She pulled off her sweater and jeans and then stood there looking at herself in the full length mirror in her underwear. She touched her pussy with her right hand and felt that it was very wet. She took off her bra and panties and slipped into her thin white nightie and crawled into bed.About half an hour later the bedroom door opened softly and the sound of soft footsteps walked. Lifting up his shirt, making sure that my hands, my arms graze his hardening cock, slowly, I lick his exposed belly and salt it. Placing the lime slice just above his navel, I look up at him, my hands on his belt buckle, elbows on thighs, chin barely touching his cock. When I talk my chin bounces on it. ‘Are you ready for this one?’ His mouth opens, ready to talk but the words seem to fail him. So he nods. I reach up and pull the pen out of my hair, and again my hair falls down my back..