However, its technology should keep its location safe so it does not have to fight. Against the aliens’ mother vessel, though, its weapons probably ...ouldn’t do more than scorch the paint.”Whitworth frowned as he sat forward. “Now considering that the aliens’ Paladins have numerous weapon mounts, and logically, personnel to operate those weapons, what should we expect from their scout?”“I would expect there to be at least four beings on board,” Helen (the genius) said, “and possibly even twice. As we ate, Agnes was busily trying to decide what to wear to see the King in the afternoon.“May I make a suggestion?”“Of course, John,” she blushed. “What would you recommend?”“I think you should wear something that requires no lingerie. I watched the King sizing you up. He’ll want to do it again. I would suggest you give him an eyeful. I think I would call it being outrageous without being whorish.”Agnes grinned at me. “I know just what to wear.” Following the King’s directions, we arrived at. We just stood there and watched as the nurses began quietly disconnecting her from the various machines she was attached to. I quietly dropped the latex glove I'd removed into the infectious waste container."Should I bother with an autopsy?" Ryan asked."There's really no reason," I replied. "Everyone knows how sick she was, and that it was only a question of when. Plus it wouldn't show anything. There shouldn't be any evidence of anything. Her spirit simply decided to leave her body. Leave her. She slowly started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, taking more in each time, until her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled it out.She hitched up her skirt revealing her wet pussy, and then she lay down on the floor. I was amazed by her pussy, and went down to taste it.It was a strange taste, sweeter than I imagined. I slowly licked her clit in circles, and dived into her waiting cunt with my tongue.After a few minutes I stopped, and she took off her clothes and I took off mine. I moved.