A market? Some kind of bazaar?Towering Borealans of all shapes and colors crowded the street, not one of them was under seven feet tall. They wore rob...s and clothing in all manner of styles, a rainbow of finely woven cloth and patterned, flowing garments. They had such varied skin tones, from porcelain to ebony and everything in-between. Their hair came in diverse patterns and colors too, he could see blondes and redheads, silvery and raven-haired examples, faded tiger stripes and leopard spots. " Okay." There really didn't seem to be anything else to say...After a bit more looking out the window, we finished making our way to breakfast. There were nude women present -- most of whom were horribly embarrassed. "How long... ?" I asked Johnny."A couple of hours, max," he replied. "They're early, but I bet by lunch people wearing clothes will be a LOT fewer in number..." I wish I'd gotten a bikini trim," I muttered."We can get one at Medical, Mama," Mona assured me. "That's where we'll. After allowing her to recover, I spread her thighs open again. My tongue circled her clitoris gently and my lips closed over it. ‘Aaaahh…’ She hit another climax as soon as I started to suck her clitoris. Her hands held my head pressed against her pussy while her hips jerked against my face as she worked through her second orgasm. When I felt that she had relaxed, I started flicking my tongue across her clitoris, licking up her salty secretions. ‘Unhh… unhh… unhh…’ She responded to the flicks. Then, putting down the comb and pencil, shepicked up the tweezers."Angela, are you sure about this?" I asked with a littletremor in my voice. She paused and held me with her darkgreen eyes."Honey," she started softly. "I've been watching you dothis for almost twenty years. At first, I thought it wassomething you would grow out of or get over but, as theyears went on, I resigned myself to the fact that it wasn'tgoing away. Lately, I've started thinking that maybe Icould have the best of both.