But I thought he looked interested. And I realized that his eyes hadlooked up and down my body. I blushed. Fuck, why did I blush. And then Isaw hi... tongue lick his lips. Just for a second. "Sit down," he told me,and I did. I was half-hard, and hoped he couldn't see it. I still felt sortof dumb, but I was so horned I had to do something. We just talked, kindof small talk, and he asked me if I wanted something to eat, and I told himthat, No, I was cool, and I got harder when he leaned. “ … perfect.”And then, as if the thought has only just occurred to me, I add …“She is practically perfect in every way. The perfect ideal.”The Stalker: Author’s Notes I know it is terribly pretentious to include Author Notes at the end of a story but The Stalker is a very different type of erotic tale with themes, allegories, and hidden meanings running throughout the narrative. Most who have written to me about the story haven't really grasped what it was I was attempting to achieve; which. She sucked my nipples almost to the point of me orgasming. She serviced my big, hot tits like a fucking professional dyke, and my cunt was on fire for her.Then she looked back up to me and smiled. "Let's go to bed," she whispered. "I want oral now." I leapt out of my seat and pulled her to her feet, desperate to be between her legs. We practically ran into the bedroom.Before we tumbled into bed and really started lezzing out, I removed all of Lucy's clothes. I saved her bra for last, and once. Usually two or three ships arrive each week. They’re usually three hundred fifty to five hundred tons burden each, and they’ve been arriving steadily since early November,” the local leader told Thomas.“Then we’re talking about eight hundred to a thousand tons or more of cargo arriving here each week!” Kell said.“Yes, something like that,” the local leader agreed.“We still need to see the harbor,” Thomas insisted.“I’ll take you to our observation outpost. It’s on Shute’s Folly,” the leader told.