Once again I hear him move. I feel his hand on my shoulder. “Look at me.” His raspy voice sounds hard. Almost angry. I think quickly, what did I d... wrong? I look up and he whispers, “Don’t fret. You aren’t in trouble. Yet.” I almost sigh. I catch myself and stop. He stands. “Pull them down.” I pull his pants down. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. He sits back down, his manhood standing proudly from his groin. “Suck it.” I lean forward, opening my mouth and claiming my prize. Instinct. “The global dominance of east-west orientation,” Jada commented. “This is so different than Earth! What could make the tectonic forces align like this?”Aggie shook her head in wonder. “To answer that would be a lifetime of study. Do you notice there are no deserts inAfrica? The mountains must be drawing great quantities of moist air from both oceans. Look at all the rivers! The place must be a paradise!”Ashley added as an afterthought. “Don’t forget there was a nasty snake in paradise.”And then. Carson tossed the remote aside. He started to move his hips and roll his shoulders, running his hands over his shirt. He had done this a million times for his ex, throughout his days in the burlesque club in college. He was a regular Magic Man by this point. Armisen watched, transfixed, a rare look of surprise spreading over his bearded face. “That’s hot,” said Armisen. “That’s fucking hot.” Carson slowly lifted the coconut oil jar and lubricated his hands. He rubbed his arms and shoulders. "Erm... What about your tights, Ma'am?" I puzzled seeing her dark tinted tights."What about them?" She questioned."Well it's hard to do nails if your feet are covered up..." I bravely stated."God you really are a stupid little girl, aren't you? Take them off you dumb blonde!" She barked.My hands shook as I nervously placed one hand under her calf to hold her leg, and with my other hand I slowly slid it up her grey skirt over her thigh. My hand trembled as I uncomfortably felt for the rim of her.