"'What the hell was this?' I thought.I gave up, shrugged my shoulders and thought "Reset. New pass-code is..." I paused and tried to come up with some...hing then smiled and thought, 'Wedding.'The Vargon ship responded, "You can not use the same code as old one. Please provide a new pass-code."Bonnie, "I think that means you know the pass-code."So I thought, "Cancel reset" Canceled. Please provide pass-code."I thought, "Wedding." Pass-code accepted. Command and Control is transferred to the. I shed my pajamas, walked over to the foot of the mattress and climbed onto it. I lay with my face just below his ass and gently spread his butt cheeks, exposing his asshole, several shades darker than his light brown skin. Without compunction I buried my face in his ass, licking several inches up and down his crack, placing the flat of my tongue on his hole and then forcing the tip of my tongue into the tight opening as far as it would go. When I pulled back I saw the tip of his cock was. I got to eat simple hors d'oeuvres like crackers and cheese, barbeques, buffets, off of a' la carte menus, and nouveau cuisine dishes (although I still don't see what anyone wants with a tastefully- (is that a pun, although I believe it may more likely be an oxymoron) / artfully-arranged bit of rabbit food, instead of a whole plate of edible food).I had even gotten to race my car in some street drags, as well as a sanctioned street race, the local Police Department had closed off some roads. And yet, here was a man, walking with long, confident strides out of the searing haze. He paused beneath the shade of a particularly mighty pillar and surveyed the landscape. He was tall, a whole head higher than the average valley-dweller and his skin was tanned a deep bronze colour. His hair was bright as platinum and fell across his broad shoulders in an unruly mane. In the midday blaze, his powerful muscles shone with sweat, rippling as he moved. He was naked, save for a loincloth, a simple.