Reaching behind me, you rub my ass and slide your finger deep in my hole to make sure nocum will come out. I'm getting into you cleaning my body and I...hear that noise again. I turn around to wash your back,reaching from behind to wash your chest, arms and down to your legs. Paying special attention to your cock, just hanging there with no life. I soap up my hands and begin to stroke your cock and massage your balls. mmmmm you moan with delight. I have you turn around again for me to wash. I looked down and Sampson landed and chirped as he looked down beside me. I smiled and jumped and caught a vine and climbed down. I stopped at the three hundred meter level and began to search. I found the junction of six tree I had been looking for but they were up another fifty meters.I climbed up and checked them to make sure they would hold a transport and opened my sat comm, "this is Gavin. I found the site and will start clearing it."I went to get my pack and carried it down and pulled. He slipped his tongue between her labial lips, and searched out her engorged clit, letting it slide around the tip of his tongue. He worked his way down her dripping wet vulva and slithered it into her hole, then drew it back up slowly to her clit again. All at once he suctioned his lips to her sopping wet hairless twat and hardened his tongue against her clit and worked it vigorously. Despite her writhing and volatile pelvic thrusting he expertly anticipated every lunge, keeping his tongue. From a distance, at least. Some kind of white, flowing gown. Smooth, perfect skin.Not a tumor in sight. That was refreshing.No trouble breathing, no crippling pain. But no respirator. No gas mask. That lingering, long-suffering hope for hope itself tickled the edges of my consciousness again; after being so long buried."Hold up," cautioned Tannerman, our best sniper. "Maybe she can be our Endo test. Just give it a minute." No ... It's been eight fuckin' years..." rasped Nailer, our.