”The machine of death stopped, turned, and stared at him. This time he could tell, because her body went still with her visor aimed at him, her brea...hing stopped, and her shaking fists paralyzed at her sides like funeral stones.“ ... w ... what?” she said.She didn’t know. Despite the skin of onyx and the divine metals on her limbs and head, he recognized the body language of a human, a normal person, a woman. She reached out, put both hands on the glass, and let her head droop down between her. It was practically shaved on the sides and back, with just enough on top to comb over. She found this the most efficient way to wear her hair since it was easy to hide under a wig and it took almost no time to maintain. She didn't have pouty lips, her breasts were barely a B-cup and she rarely wore makeup. She was able, in the right light, to pass as someone much younger than her 30 years.Her exercise regimen kept her body tight and fit. The martial arts training she had sought after leaving. Her nipples were now rock hard and stuck out the full inch length along with her areolas were all wrinkled and hard. Alice noticed her breathing has quickened, and she can feel the wetness starting to form between her legs. Suddenly she felt what was or had to be a mouth engulfed her nipple. Sucking and lightly biting on it. She could see her nipple moving like something is sucking on it. Alice is now turned on, and just watched what was happining to her body. She could feel its tounge as it. My man began petting the Labrador and I became overcome with jealousy when he asked it, “Who’s a pretty dog?” Smiling, he glanced over and told the dude, “You can pet mine if you like.”I crawled over to the dude, wagging my tail, and sniffed at his pants, which smelled like pot. He reached down to pat my head, tentatively at first, but when he saw it was ok with us, crouched down and started stroking my back. His hands felt so warm against my cold skin that I arched my back with pleasure..