The two women, the sarge and the approaching troops all felt the same pulse of power as if the air had been compressed a million times then allowed to...spring back in a micro second. Behind the ship the view seemed to distort as if the fabric of time was been compressed, the green glowing saucer shooting forward like out of its own rail cannon."Booooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm!"The disc created a pressure wave in front of it blowing the gun-ships aside. Many just collapsed to the ground like birds. .I began to pull out just a little, and then ram my cock back in all the way. Slowly I worked it back and forth, getting longer and longer with each of my strokes. It took me a few minutes to finally get that tight ass wet and loose enough to allow my cock to move in and out somewhat freely, but by the time I did, Jennifer was moaning in pleasure beneath me. . ."OH fuck baby….mmmmm….i love ….mmmmm….fuck…your cock in my tight….oh fuck fuck…ass. Oh baby…fuck me deep….mmmmm.I was so fucking turned. Ithad been an interesting thought, as I struggled to sleep last night.And now, I had one final morning. One last hour of contemplationbefore my contemplation ended forever. On the floor rested a small(carefully sealed) unbreakable vial holding the Dissolve. The enzymemister was in place. I could set it off just before drinking the vilevial.I stood and dressed one last time. My clothes could use a washing,but somehow that didn't seem too important. There was even room tostand fully upright. For sure that driver knew the route better than I, for I had never been there before in my life, so I felt secure in closing my eyes and leaning back in my little corner of the back seat, the better to contemplate my life. Or at least that portion of my life starting with the previous night in Gary's bed and ending with my so-called marriage the following weekend.The previous night part was easy. Rippling muscles, soft lips, experienced fingers, a hard cock, a well-trained tongue, a soft voice.