..” He shrugged. “I just don’t know.”“Are you sure you don’t want us to give you asylum?” Taz asked. “We can do it quite easily. Purg,...you two could live like kings if you wanted to. You’re celebrities. They’ll give you your own talk show or something.”“I do not know what a talk show is,” the quarterback said, “but I must decline nonetheless. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to go with you.”“As did I,” said Catches No Fish.“We must now face the consequences of our actions, no matter. I soured milk. I made wives so horny that they were getting gangbanged while their husbands couldn’t look away.And today, I thought about having fun at the brothel, spying on mortals paying for the most wonderful thing in the world. Sex.A busty, blonde Zeutchian prostitute giggled as she burst into the room I peered into. She already had her tits out. They were ripe and round and just lovely as they bounced before her. The guy who paid for her, a man with brown hair and a big nose, gripped them. He looked at his friend and now, commander and said, “Yes Sir. Is Captain Jones going to be okay? And, I will need to go back home to pick up the rest of my uniforms and close my house before we leave.”LTC Crockett smiled tiredly and said, “They think the Captain will fully recover, but it will take several weeks or months. You may return home any time you feel you can take the time, but don’t spend long there. We still have a lot to do before we depart.”“Yes Sir. I’ll get everyone busy and. He grabbed my ankles, opened my legs then went to work cleaning cum and blood from my body. As he patted and daubed the warm wet cloth on me, I started back up a mountain of lust, his ministrations were turning me on again.He put the washcloth aside and started fondling my sex with his fingers, massaging my swollen pussy, rubbing at the top of my crack where my button was hiding in its hood. Dad stroked my clit with the end of his finger deftly, expertly; I was quickly building to an orgasm. .