She shimmied her hips again so that the skirt fell to the floor, stepped out of it and flicked it up with her foot. She caught it easily and put it on...the chair with the rest of her clothes.Despite what she’d said about being a walking cliché, she couldn’t quite believe she was standing in front of two strange men—who both had to be at least five years her junior—in nothing but a bra, knickers, black stockings and high heels. And she knew that before long one of them would have his cock buried. He did feel comfortable around her and he said. “Will you tell the rest and what the deal is with those chicken heads?”She grinned. “You did real good with the Wurgus and it seems they do prefer the naked truth but if you can don’t call them chicken heads.”“I won’t do that again. I am sorry.”She dialed herself a cup of tea from the Serv-Matic integrated in the small table and said. “Let me begin with the Wurgus. They are a nomadic race because as you seemed to know they did make their own sun. Bubba was lying on one side of her while Billy was on the other. Black hands were soon probing and caressing the sexy white teachers? firm white body as the video cameras captured every move and sound. Her full, firm white tits were exposed and were being kneaded, nipples tweaked to greater hardness and sucked noisily. Black hands of the teenage football hero's were up between her hiked up skirt, stroking her inner thighs and between her slightly parted but slowly widening legs. Allison began. The body shop was certainly grungybut the cars they were working on were pure eye candy.Inside the shop three bronzed muscular and very, veryfemale mechanics, worked silently on futuristicallyaerodynamic bodyshells, their overalls stretched tight asif they were one size too small to fit their burgeoningbreasts."Hello!" said Jon loudly attracting the mechanic'sattention.One of the women turned toward him, bowed slightly andwalked to the wood and smoked glass office built into theside of the.