Picking it up, I tried to bounce it and it hit my foot, and of course it got away from me and I had to chase it down.Handling it awkwardly, I tried to...ignore the cameras being focused on me. Dropping the ball on the grass I kicked it the way I'd seen soccer players doing it, sort of nudging it around the field. The grass was cold under my bare feet. The breeze was playing with my tits and my pussy. My tits were jiggling, and I was waving my arms to keep my balance. Cameras were all around me,. In the meantime I talked to the Wikki and the Tomma more about my objectives.I said bluntly in point form, "I feel that the Wikki no longer mean us harm. They will not try to destroy a people that are so close to the way they are. We are now trying to come to a better understanding of each other through telepathy. Our translators miss far too much information. The All Mother is much like their own method of communication. They feel cared for and individually important to the group. This. By now though she was a little slow as she had drank a lot.She eventually stumbled in and got dressed. She stripped down and wore no bathing suit as it was now wet. She had not planned on swimming there so she had not panties or bra. She put on her shorts, top and shoes and stumbled upstairs.Andrew now looked a little serious. He told her to sit down. He wanted to ask her a question. Casey did and looked a little worried. She looked cute though. Vulnerable, drunk and scared. She. Jeanette was horny as hell, and the impromptu massage exacerbated-her-need-to-be-masturbated.She suddenly craved to have the sterile gloop rubbed frantically down between her thighs where her pulsating clitoris yearned. She wanted it to be pushed up inside her tight hole; aggressive and hard.Jeanette wanted the nurse to take her prim and delicate little fingers and masturbate her mercilessly, as Jeanette became aroused and looser and her cunt began to gape. She envisaged the young pert little.