It was the dreams again. IT was out there, hunting, that ... thing. He could feel it, its dark desires, it's hungers. He would stop it. He had to stop...it. He had hunted it for so long. This time he couldn't fail.Amy sighed and rubbed her temples. It had seemed so natural, combining her certificate in therapeutic massage with her growing reputation as a personal trainer to move into Physical therapy, but the paperwork. Reports for the doctor's, the insurance forms, if it wasn't for the. But with the aliens now shunning them there was no way most of them could go much further. And there slowly grew a strong sense of need to respect the Edenites' wishes; it was, after all, their world.In the end, as before, there was no vote. A consensus gradually developed that, in light of what they'd all heard, it was indeed time to leave. And so, sadly, those on the planet began packing.It took a relatively short time; with Igwanda's admonition about minimizing the number of human artifacts. His hand slid through and started massaging my cock through my jeans, and then he worked my zipper down. His strong hand rubbed the outside of my jeans, and I knew I could not contain myself. I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, and they started to slide down. His hand pulled at my boxers and they were instantly out of the way. He started rubbing my balls, and I let out a muffled "YES!" He then slid his hand up and pulled me to him. I slid my cock through the hole and felt him slide. Ben would kill her if she did. She never hit the ground. Instead, she fell into something. Or someone, she thought, as she felt the heat of another person enclose her. She gasped as she whirled around and came face to face with a chest. It was strong and tanned, rising and falling rapidly, and glistening with beads of sweat in the summer sunshine. She knew that chest. True, it was harder and bigger than it had been the last time she had seen it, but she knew it just the same. She had looked.