“From what we can see of the level of technology of the Una and from what we know in discussing the issues with Montgomery and Winston they would be...somewhere between twenty-five and twenty-eight. Notice that even quite big increments of technology are not progressing quickly on the scale. If you were to look at our society we would be an eighty-five. To achieve ascension or intergalactic migration, you need to be at a minimum twenty-three but should ideally be closer to thirty-five.“Jason will. . can I try it?” Sharon rolled her head all around in a slow circle one more time before I felt her start to slip her soft lips off my cock.“Okay,” Sharon said breathlessly as she looked at Emma, “but I want it back soon.” The head of my cock looked red and angry from her enthusiastic sucking. The whole cap was shining with Sharon’s hot saliva. From her comment to Emma, obviously she was loving the feel and taste of it in her mouth. Good, I’d give her plenty of opportunity to get to know my. I could feel the dampness between her legs as she wriggled around my inquisitive fingertips. She literally trembled as a result of my teasing, and could finally take it no longer: in one swift move, she stood up, threw off her robe and sat back down on my lap.I resumed toying with her crotch over top of her panties as my fiercely stiff cock came in contact with her from underneath. Even as she became more worked up, her frustration showed as she hopped up just long enough to pull her panties. Smiling, she used her other hand to toss the pants on his lap. Her hand soon had them around his cock, and began slowly moving up and down.He smiled, as she continued to feed him while tossing him under the table.She quickly stole another look around, and finding they were still being discrete, she began to pump him harder, until he gave a small judder and released his load into her pants. She covered her mouth with her free hand and giggled into it, as she let him drizzle what was left onto.