Captain Laura Bennington had been briefed on the alien's technology as it was understood. They had a fairly good idea of detection capabilities as wel... as other abilities. Captain Bennington was a very cautious person, and allowed for probable miscalculations in information, and in hyper breakout, so she always erred on the side of caution. This had stood her in good stead in the past.HMS Whisper was doing a recon on the fourth system that had been identified as belonging to the aliens. So far. Trisha smiled as she watched the swollen cock twist and throb in her hand as if it had a mind of its own, and a small bead of precum glistened and formed over the hole in his swollen cock head. When his climax came it was as if the years of frustration were released in one long stream of white cum only to be followed by more jets.Trisha was transfixed as she milked the white streams of cum from his pulsing cock. She had done this many times before but this was the longest climax she could ever. I looked like a slut- exactly the look I wanted. My black bra and cincher were visible though my lacy see-through blouse. I had only two buttons done on the blouse so my large silicon falsies would have the perfect cleavage effect. I grabbed my sunglasses and my purse with condoms, lube, my wallet, both hotel key-cards, and some essential makeup items including my lipstick, gloss, and eyeliner. After firmly closing the door I heard the “complaint neighbor” close his. I walked down the. He was sitting at the table reading the papers (by this time he'd gotten up through Thursday's edition) and was sipping a cup of strong black coffee. He hadn't even thought about it, but as a teen he'd hated coffee in all forms. It hadn't been until his time in the Navy that he'd started to drink it and learned to like it. Finding his son sitting at the table, reading the papers for the entire week, and drinking coffee, was a huge surprise to him."Peter, what are you doing up? You're never up.