Sitting there naked we could see my Fiancé and her sister and the others in the dance class. Robin moved next to me and took my cock in her hand and...began stroking me. It was a very wild experience watching my fiancé dance while her friend stroked my cock and strangers walked by. Robin was sitting low in her seat so her breasts would not show to those walking past unless they tried to see in. I looked at her body. She was pale white from head to toe, the only color being her nipples and a. I looked to Curt to make sure he would not be upset, but he had a happy smile on his face. A glance at Jerreth showed a hint of jealousy, that only confirmed my suspicions as I thanked the girls.“Now that I have gotten that out of the way,” I said, causing everyone to chuckle, “let us turn our attention to the matter at hand. We have a long trip ahead of us and we will be working on a tight deadline, so we must be very careful. While I do not expect to be attacked on our trip, we will create a. Even now, his manhood in my hand, my panties discarded, so close, he was being a gentleman.My answer was simple, my mouth attacking his with fervor, my body nearly climbing his, pressing my wet slit against his hard cock. He shifted against me, using his hands to part my thighs and lift me. Suddenly, he was there, hard and swollen, pressing against my soaked entrance. I cried out and he swallowed my cry as he slid himself home, hard and thick inside of me, stretching me slowly. When he bottomed. . maybe not a huge amount, but enough that this is not a non-stop sex romp.As to why I wrote this story, while I sometimes enjoy stories that involve someone who gains the ability to rewrite the world around him or bring their fantasies to life, they've always seemed extraordinarily unreal. They rely on magic powers or supernaturally powerful "science". The aliens in these stories might as well arrive in genie lamps waving magic wands. Don't misunderstand me; I know that doesn't make them bad.