‘You know a story about Haroun al-Rashid?’ said the man sitting across from him, a merchant with a great black beard and an eye patch. ‘Haroun a...-Rashid, ruler of the city of Baghdad, Caliph of the Empire and Defender of the Faithful, May He Live for a Thousand Years, that Haroun al-Rashid?’ said their host, a bald man who had once been a mamluk. ‘Is there any other Haroun al-Rashid?’ said Arram. Everyone laughed, and Arram laughed loudest. He was not used to drinking strong wines, and he was. Winnie killed hers with a beautiful chest shot, and I put six out of seven rounds somewhere into mine.BUTHe stopped shooting, stopped running towards us, and stopped breathing, in that order – so – I won that one.Everything was over before the police arrived. Of the five hundred and thirty five national police officers in the country of Monaco, I think all but two came to our yacht, but only after we did all the work. The entire Corps des Sapeurs-Pompiers, Monaco's version of SWAT, arrived. He knew that no one would believe him if he tried to tell them about tonight. Maybe it was a dream. There was no woman from a spaceship here. He got out of bed and stretched. He decided to get a glass of milk and try to get back to sleep and see what tomorrow would bring.As he started to leave his bed something on the other side of the room appeared. It looked like a pile of water shimmering in the middle of the floor. The watery looking substance started to take the outline of a human. As the. I gently very slowly moved Joann off me. She but she wasn’t in deep sleep so she just rolled over the sofa and put legs across mine. Fuck, what now? On Betty’s face was big question mark too. We knew that Joann got used to us, and she might wake up when she felt or see that we were gone from sofa. I told Betty to take off the panty and to climb up standing on sofa, so my face was between her legs. She crouched little and I reached her pussy with my lips. Her legs were pure white as snow only.