" She still looked worried."What about us?" the General demanded.My voice went colder then the space surrounding the ship. "Ashley, if either of them ...akes another sound, so much as a burp, you are to throw them out of the airlock."Ashley looked at the geospacial locator. "Shouldn't we be getting back to earth? I don't think you remembered to tell me to stock up on the environmental stuff before we left the atmosphere." Probably not." I decided with my present voice, Wotan would not recognize. After we were done making love I continue to discuss this and told her that I wanted to see this in real life this weekend when the repair man showed up. Then to no surprise my wife looked at me asked me if I was crazy and said we don’t even know this guy. I then looked at her and said ok, and told her that was the whole fantasy and what was making the thought so hot. She then said you don’t even know how old this guy is. I then told the wife to think about it, and I told her that on the phone. Abshir's cum dripping from her mouth and onto her breasts, and Asad's still on her torso, soaking into her bikini briefs and then saw the six refugees plus Assaad staring at her. Mohammed had unzipped his trousers and was holding his cock, rubbing it as he watched her -If she thought Abshir's cock was big, then Mohammeds was huge. It was so fat it tapered down to the end and was the ugliest cock she had ever seen. “You like black cock!” Mohammed exclaimed, “I bet you’ll like Moroccan cock even. The bra, worn and tired held the birdseed breastforms tightly against my skin, the pantyhose made my legs look long and sexy. I wore a tan skirt that swirled with abandon, the pleats a sign of my femininity. A black pullover top and then the low black heels and a tan jacket, unbuttoned in the warm weather. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, held with an elastic, then a soft tan satin ribbon for accent. Simple gold earrings and nothing more, soft red lipstick, and a bit of perfume. I.