“You must mean Task Group Romeo then.” Kray said and let his eyes drift over the horizon. A group of Straked Bounders, bipedal native xenoforms, s...uffled over the open ground 100 meters away. “You didn’t hear that from me, Alvin.” Sigis radioed back. Kray laughed. “That’s affirmative.” The only vessels left under that command were a few heavy freighters still off-loading supplies, food, munitions, and new equipment. Three troopships had come and gone, discharging soldiers and taking on cargo. You open your mouth to accept my tongue. I pull you closer as our tongues dance together.I begin to run my hands over your body. You in turn run yours over my thighs. I moan my pleasure and approval as you slide your hand up to my crotch. You take it in your hand and squeeze….feeling it harden and lengthen with each touch. I move my hands to your breast and cup them. Your nipple hardening both from my touch as well as the cool breeze. I place both nipples between my fingers and roll them.. As it was raining I had a black raincoat over what I was wearing in the photo.I wanted to touch myself as I was really looking for action and I knew I was so fucking wet, thank god I was wearing a raincoat.I was toying with the idea of the bussines man and showed a little more leg than normal, the nets tend to draw the eye up the thigh, which was my ploy, and by the lip licking he was doing, I thought I had him hooked, so all I needed to do was suggest a coffee and get into my car.Well, the. Yes, that’s you now. Jenna. Folks, her name is Jenna. The good news is ... no more chastity. The bad news is ... you’re not a man anymore. You’re a futanari girl. You’ll never be a man again! Then again, that might not be such bad news after all. At least not to me. A lot of the menfolk would agree with me ... and more than a few of the girls, too. You’re much more ... alluring as a futa girl!” I laughed as I slapped Jenna on the tush.“Tell me about it!” I heard Jessica Alba as she slid in next.