He wanted the floor to part and he buried deep under than anything else. Prof. Quimski also saw, him being very uncomfortable and she got up from her ...eat, stepped towards him, putting her hand on his shoulder. “I also think, you are cute”, she stunned Hector like never before. She was not being motherly. It was a flattery, no less. Then quickly, she bended over, her face was level with Hector and he could feel the aroma of her breath as she spoke to him. Her fingers clenched his shoulder, “I. I stood infront of my wardrobe eyeing up and down my outfits, what the hell can I wear to not look slutty, not look too posh but yet we are going to “la petite fleur rouge” after all and I wanted to make sure he knows I only want to have him as a friend. I slipped on my black lace panties, and noticed my nipples were unusually hard, the idea of this internet friend going back to his hotel room alone later tonight with the picture of me fresh in his mind and knowing full well he’ll need to jack. We had made steady improvements but so had the opposition.We settled down to talk about what had changed on earth and what had not. Soon we were onto the topic of our children and what they were doing. Earth was now well defended but that did not mean impregnable. The battleship had made the trip safely between worlds. It had been barely crewed but we had made up for it by making far more of it automated. Betts talked about relations with earth on the official level then on the woman or man on. I told him I was full of good ideas and that ‘yes that would be an option’. He said he hoped that my cunt was wet. In reply I said it was wetter than he could ever imagine. I wanted him to finger it, just to make sure. He said ‘nah…I’m going to ram a cucumber up it as hard as I can then I’m going to watch you wank as I fuck your face.’ You see…he adores watching me play with my clit, he gets so hard watching it swell as he fucks my face making me choke. He knows how turned on I get. And he.