Day reached around and pulled her ass cheeks apart, I slid my tongue down and the tip of my tongue rubbed the outside of her crinkled, little ass ring...This was new, I've never had a occasion to lick an asshole. Day put her hand on the back of my head and pushed my face into her ass cheeks, my tongue pushed into her ass.Day was excited, I could feel her hips moving, her hand was pushing my tongue deeper, , my thick tongue filled he ass.This lasted a few minutes. Day turned her body, opened her. She had agreed...and since it was the last day, he had asked her to put out while watching a movie at his home, she disagreed ...he tried to force himself on her and she tackled him to push him away...to which he responded by dumping her…..i sigh as i hear her finish her story and stroke her hair “i'm sorry to hear that love...dont worry im sure you will find your prince charming when you are meant to….” i take the remote with my hand and turn off the tv and pick up the tea and slowly starts. "All done up fancy as a peacock. I told you messing around in that sailboat of yours would lead you to a life o' crime."Andrew smiled back, grateful for the change of topic. "You did, you did indeed. Now, what's this super-secret project that brought us back together?" He cocked his head inquisitively.For what seemed like the hundredth time, Payne explained Plan Foxhound. Like all the rest, Andrew Swanson's mood grew grim as the implications set in."I still have family on Earth," Andrew. It was time for supper but no one really wanted much. Karen came into the kitchen area with Marianne as Irene and Jim joined us. We all agreed that nothing much was our desire for supper.Karen said, "I have what we need." She reached into the pantry and extracted cans of tomato soup. She had Irene get a large saucepan and the large frying pan. Marianne was tasked to get the bread and cheese from the fridge. She told Jim and me to gather drink orders and set the table. These things we could.