The alien craft, flying at supersonic speeds, could perform tighter turns than any of Earth’s fighter jets, and even stop and turn on a fighter that...was following. Many missiles were fired at the alien intruders, but the only result was a flaring of what must be the alien craft’s shields. The alien would fire a bolt at the jet, and it would usually explode. Sometimes, the pilot would be able to eject after a hit, but most times not – the bolt was just too devastating. The alien machine seemed. I was still wondering what was going on with my chest and legs and theheels before I realised that there was hair in my eyes and touching mybare neck and shoulders. It was brown, that much I could see but Icouldn't get my hands to respond when I wanted to reach up and touch myhair. My hands just reached into the purse that was hanging from myshoulder (where did that come from?!) and fished out the compact mirrorthat was underneath an alarming amount of condoms and opened it andstarted to apply. Daddy said it would get really hard if I was on my knees in front of him sucking on it.”“You can’t do that. You’re jail bait and so am I. A man could go to jail if he fucked us.”“He wouldn’t go to jail if no one told” Daisy said defiantly. “I wouldn’t tell. Would you? Maybe I will go to meet him and suck on his cock. It would be so sexy and wonderful and so much better than with my asshole boyfriend.”“I wouldn’t tell either. But what you are doing sounds so sexy and scary. You’re so much more. And I could really use a drink. We’ll just have to play the rest by ear. With that settled, I join you in the bathroom. You’re taking a hot and relaxing shower, the steam is thick and heavy. I watch your silhouette through the shower curtain as you wash the physical evidence of getting royally fucked off of your sexy body. This is one hell of an enticing view, one I’m mesmerized by until you turn the water off and slide the curtain open. You catch me staring at you while leaning on the counter..