She may have looked stern but was soon flirting back with me. Kris came up behind her and I felt her hands slowly work the zip of her dress completely...down and pulled the dress open leaving her standing in just her white bra and panties. She wasn’t wearing Bridget Jones style big pants nor was it a thong it was more like halfway in between. The two of us helped her back onto the bed and while I thrust into her Kris slipped one leg over her head and lowered her cunny onto Susan’s mouth.“Go on. Once she was fully in, I told her to roll over and scoot her pussy back to my waiting tongue. I stayed standing on the steps, licking and sucking on her clit, her juices gushing out, coating my face and beard, while her legs dangled out the door. I climbed the rest of the way in, pulling her to her feet, I push her top through the window, hiking her skirt over her ass. I pull my arm back and smack her ass had, as she yelps out loud. My hand stings as I pull it away from her ass, a large red. He’d thought the man a plant for the machines – he’d even considered he might be a machine. He wasn’t. He was human, a traitor to his race. A fool, just like all the rest of the Armed Services.He had interesting toys, though. The manifest indicated the one table-sized gadget was a portable fusion reactor. The schematics were classified, but he’d had plenty of time to study it. He wasn’t a scientist – heck, he wasn’t even an engineer – but he was pretty sure he could figure out a way to make it. I could see her purple panty at that time. And I had started to get a boner. I was getting horny looking at her semi-nude body. I asked her if I could apply oil on her legs.She softly told me to carry on. I started moving her saree upward and applied oil. Her saree had already moved up from knees. I was scared but I moved her saree more upward and started pressing back of her thigh. There was no denial.I could see my dick trying to come out of my half pant. It had grown to the fullest. Well, I.