He too was one of the more straighter dudes at camp, but I would do him with half a chance. Ray and Clay walk up to me and take a seat at the table wi...h me. “Bro—can we talk”? “Well, or course dawgs”. “Man, look—it's like this. We know what goes on up here. We understand, it's just a blow off steam thing before school starts back. Me and Clay are b r o t h e r s too ya know, (the TWINS) but I swear Dillon—we have never even jacked off together. It's just not our thing. Now, don't get me. I smiled and swam over. “I hope your ready to please.” she said coldly. I just smiled and asked where I should start. She leaned back on her hands and spread her legs. “start eating boy” I began licking her pussy hard and deep as I grabbed her breasts. They were much more firm than I expected, clearly they were fake. Her twat was small and I easily put my whole mouth over it and let my tongue probe deep into her sex. She slid off her elbows and was flat on her back, her feet still in. The huge shaft was poking my back and he would move slightly and rub it against my skin. As he pressed his cock into my back he began to finger my cunt. This felt so good and he had to know I wanted that huge cock buried in my cunt and to be fucked so hard I would scream. he would finger my cunt then switch and rub my clit. I could not help but to cum. He then pushed me down on the couch and pushed on leg up over the back so I was spread wide open for him. He got on his knees between my legs. It was Raz, an old friend of his, and the ambassador’s cousin. She was the unofficial Matriarch of the station, she had written the proverbial book on integration training, and she tutored the new Borealan arrivals. She had helped Moralez out during his rehabilitation, and the two had become quite close.Her round ears lifted from her short-cropped hair as they approached, a smile cracking her face. Just like her cousin, she was tall for a Borealan, over eight feet. Their family came from good.