He laughed, and took his hand away, making me ache for his touch even more. "Not so fast. You don't get to come so soon. You haven't earned it yet." M...aning again, this time with pure frustration, I could barely make out the word "please". He chuckled, and slid his finger deep inside me now, thrusting it in and out. "Please what?" "Please fuck me!", I pleaded. "Good girl. All you had to do was ask." he replied. I felt his finger leave my pussy and in a moment, the head of his cock was rubbing. “I forgot that you humans drink alcohol like it’s going out of style.”“Don’t Borealans?” Miller asked, struggling with the heavy glass as he took another drink from it.“No, we can’t handle much alcohol. The quantities that you little guys consume it in are poisonous to us. One of your shots would send us to the hospital.”“So what’s in this?”“Raises the hair is made from fermented berries, it’s only two or three percent alcohol. That’s enough to get us quite drunk if we consume enough of it in. Now I have a complete dilemma - I know she loves to be fucked and fucked damn hard and this is somewhere I have always found conflict - this is my mate, do you fuck your mates? I can't help these feelings however seeing her perfect, soft-skinned body and all the time she is not aware of my presence I have very little difficulty in becoming complete aroused by her. Watching whilst kneeling on the bed I manage to avoid coming over her pillow, something I know she would not appreciate! Each. Jenny hadmodel looks. I'd definitely taken after my dad in the looks departmentbefore and while good at sports, handsome was not his strong suit. Onething I didn't inherit from my Dad was stature, not as Keith or Kaylee. My Dad towered over the rest of the family at 6'2".I lifted a diminutive hand to my face and felt my puffier lips, mydainty nose and prominent cheekbones. I was definitely pretty, not aknock out, but pretty. I would have given myself a solid seven if I hadseen myself on the.