She was in front of me bent down, in shirt track pant and socks. I commanded her to strip dance to her underwear. I kept watching, she stood up and st...rted touching her waist and moving it.She was a good dancer and was showing her skills, her round ass was swaying in the air and her curves were clearly visible, she swayed her as and sat down in middle, she slowly took off her shirt and threw it down. Her boobs were visible were seen through her black bra and those melons were looking to pop. So we still had to build the housing complex, plough the fields, raise stock, and populate a world. On the plus side, Art told me that once the original complex was completed he was at a liberty to assist in other building projects. He assured me that with his advanced technology he could create dwellings for the Dong family, the Ka-Fay-La, and Gaeta's tribes in a matter of seconds. That was certainly a plus.The rest of the meeting went smoothly. What questions people had were general and if I. He got to know more about the townspeople as many of them were customers who came to the shop. Some were adults. Some were young kids. Some were kids his age. Some of the teenagers would talk to him as he was the new guy and he told them that he was born in Constantinople's Lot and told them his surname.The teenagers didn't recognize his surname as it was his father's surname but they knew his mother's surname as her grandparents were still around and living in Constantinople's Lot. Charles's. " "No, you're not, now shut up and let me sleep fuck damn it", she said as she walked out and I couldn't help but staring at her two perfect cheeks moving out of my room. Alright, I must have hallucinated. I mean, why would the voice of Hitler's ghost talk to me? "Wow, your sister is hot."Oh fuck I'm too young for brain damage. "Don't worry, by the way, she can't hear me. Only you can." The look on my face must have told Hitler that this was precisely part of what I worried about. "Oh, wait, do.