Feeling his hands on my skin, I quiver in excitement. He refrains from tugging at the clasp of my bra through my top and takes a moment to compose him...elf, still with his lips locked onto mine. He pulls away, looks me in the eye and slowly guides my top over my head throwing it onto the front dashboard of his car. Just then my phone begins to ring. I look at Charlie and pick up my phone to answer it; it's his girlfriend. "Hiya, are you with Charlie?" she says. "Yeah, 2 seconds." Charlie takes. Now embarrassed, she jumped up and ran for the bathroom. Yanking down her pants, Deb was shocked how wet she was. Not really that experienced in sex, even at her age, she had never been this wet. She wiped herself up, and blotted her panties to try to dry them up somewhat, then, red faced, strode back out to Tracey. As she approached Tracey, she noticed that his shorts still tented out with an impossibly huge bulge. Tracey, at the same time, noticed the dark spot caused by the leakage from. "Okay," she said, "next subject. Triad Naval Base. Mr. Belting, you are in charge of that particular phase of this war. What can you tell me?"Matthew Belting was fifty-eight years old and a third generation Martian of American descent. He had served more than sixteen years in the WestHem Navy, the bulk of it aboard Owls and their predecessors. He was an expert in stealth space warfare and had achieved the highest rank of any Martian in history in the WestHem armed services; that of Lieutenant. Ever so gently, the three girls began to undress each other, all for Geoff's benefit. They took turns smothering his face between their breasts, kissing his lips and stroking his cock.Next to me, Mimi began to breathe heavily. If she was only half as aroused as me, her pussy was probably already soaked. My hand slipped into hers. We shared a look that was part desire, part jealousy. And all anticipation as to what was coming for us.Melinda took her dress by the hem and lifted it up over her.