" she said not even lookingup at me. The fucking bitch, look at her sitting there like butterwouldn't melt in her mouth. She put down her cup of tea a...d started to turn the page ofthe magazine she had been gazing at with such intent. I grabbedher by the arm just under her shoulder and dragged her toher feet so that she faced me. Still her eyes wouldn'tmeet mine so I took my other hand and slapped her across thecheek before holding her face tightly and kissing her andpushing my tongue past her. And then she pulled her shirt up over her head. Her only clothing now was a little black bra. It pushed her lovely breasts up and they were spilling out of the half-cups. Her long, soft hair cascaded down and covered them slightly.I realized that last night I had been so fixated on her pussy that I'd not even touched her sweet titties. She'd shown them and fondled them to arouse me, but when I lay between her legs and my torso was against hers they had been squeezed against my chest. All that. You saw her, met her, in Antarctica?" In a manner of speaking, yes. Not physically, as in face to face. They cannot. They're trapped in their ship, locked in the ice there on Siple Island. That's the object the agency has been seeing shadows of, and is anxious about. They've been stranded there for two millennia." My God, man! Dammit, your answers are running me off a cliff, here. Each answer you give me brings up more questions than answers!" Sorry! That's the problem with trying to lay it out. Then came Halloween 1987. Tanya worked in a well known Atlanta night club and they host an employee costume party every year. This year, we decided to go incognito and in complete disguise - she as a zebra vixen, complete with full body leotard with little slits cut in the breast section and full painted face along with wildly big hair. Me - as her leather clad b**st master complete with total face mask with eye and mouth portals only.We made a grand entrance at the party , we really turned.