Julian has been fixated on Auntie Jane's deeply breathing chest, whichperfectly displayed her ripe, mature breasts and their fine French lacecovering ...hrough the sheer silk of her blouse. The slender hose of thedevice caused Julian to gasp anew in pleasure as the tube deeply enteredhim and then began to eject a cool gel throughout his rectum and wellinto his bowels. "Ah, who once famously said, 'getting there is half the fun?'" AuntieJane chuckled in a throaty voice, well aware of her own. The corset was so low cut I threatened to pop out if I stood up to quickly. My brown hair had a tousled, just fuck look about it and I thought I looked sexy as hell. Cynthia was wearing a hot, black babydoll that was sheer enough that I could see her nipples through the fabric, and the tiger tattoo that ran across her stomach and onto her ass. The tail of the tiger curled around her left breast. Cynthia was a beautiful, wild woman, her black hair cut short, in a punkish style. Combined with her. The Pan Saran Officer was already there. “Good Morning Class.”We saluted and he ordered us to sit down.“I am Lt Aurelius. As you can see I am of a human species, called the Pan Sarans. We are native to the Upward sector in the M-0 Galaxy. Like most humanoid species of this Galaxy we share ancestry with the Terrans, Saresii and Sarans.Why the Pan Saran Empire split form the Saran Empire and why we Pan Sarans dress in this anachronistic fashion is your assignment to find out by tomorrow.”He. "So I'm a shitty listener.You're saying that's what caused the war?" It didn't help," he said. "Look, I don't know you. I don't know whatcolor underwear you wear, which bathroom you use, or who you like tofuck. But I don't hate you. I hate what you represent." Do tell." I built my life on the granite foundation of some unshakeable truths.Loyalty. Family. Love is good. Killing is wrong. God's in heaven, men aremen and women are women."I scoffed. "Let me guess. Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve,.