I stood there looking at Linda for about a minute until I heard Peggy say “Oh yes, Mand, right there, oh god yes.” I reached down and grasped Lind...’s hand, and pulled her towards the living room. “I wanted to hear,” she said, with a kind of pout on her face.“Babe, it’s sexy. But we should give them their privacy. After all, would you want your sister hanging outside of your room when we make love?” That did get her to blush, and she shook her head no. “OK, so let’s go to the zoo. And maybe we. Tristan's face started to burn. There should be Guardian DNA present.How? ... Oh! One moment. No there is no Guardian DNA.Then set the self-destruct. We can't afford that technology falling into the wrong hands.Yes, Guardian, self-destruct is activated.As soon as my ship is in range activate the transport please.Several hours later after cursing the slowness of the black ship and pacing the deck in frustration, Tristan's stomach lurched. Bright lights of the AI hanger replaced the blackness of. Does She notice that I’m still gazing at Her trance-like? I’m in a daze and it will take me a few minutes to recover, then I leave. Not long to wait to get to my motor and unzip to see, joy of joys, the big, big wet patch of cum. She made me do that! Lovely! And driving home, all the time the big stench of spunk, to remind me I had a lovely, lovely experience with a Goddess tonight, one I’d been dreaming of for weeks and weeks, every since the first time I saw Her in that pub. There were other. "Look," she says, stretching the fabric of her white Pine Creek polo shirt against her breasts. She’s not wearing a bra, and her stiff nipples poke against the soft pima cotton like a pair of hard, pink pencil erasers."See what you've done to me?" she whispers. With that, Gretchen slides down on the seat, her plaid skirt riding up her thighs until I can see the front panel of her white cotton panties."Come here, Horn Dog," she laughs, tugging my shoulders until I roll over and my crotch presses.