We’re the first customers. The cook’s on alone, and comes over to take our orders, ogling you and trying to get an angle where he can see down you... cleavage. You look at me to be sure I notice, then pull your shoulders back, leaning towards him to make sure he gets a good view. We hear his sharp intake of breath. He’s quite distracted, and makes mistakes. Backing up to get the coffee without taking his eyes from your chest, he almost knocks the coffee machine over. We smile to each other and. On the other hand, parking your ship with powered down engines on the freight deck of a Gulliver, paying the captain the freight charge perhaps stating that your TL engines need to be replaced or something, was a perfect way to leave a system completely un-noticed.Union engineers and robots most likely constructed that twenty-meter wide band of glistening wet Duro-Crete through that Jungle.It was almost like passing through a dark green tunnel. At one point I passed another gang of robots, that. “So good. Don’t s-stop.” With agonizing slowness, I pumped half my length in and out of her. Every thrust drew a groan, and every retreat a gasp – from both of us. After a dozen strokes, I felt her opening up to me, and pushed a little deeper. “My god, Holly. You feel like heaven.” “Oh yes, Alan.” On the very next thrust, my self-control slipped just enough, and I buried my cock inside her to the hilt. She cried out, “Yes,” to the roof above as my balls settled against her, and her intimate. A surge of blood rushing to the sweat glands of an aching vulva, the expectation of coital connection increasing arousal, a quick adjustment on the bed, placing both knees on either side of his body, her warm breasts swaying gently from side to side, sweeping sensuously over his stomach and thighs, her heart shaped bottom hovering just above his face, her dark place of intimacy peeking out between two bubble cheeks, her vagina open and inviting, longing to be filled, the intoxicating aroma of.