" The old farmer pulls a small red object from the pocket of his overall and hands it over to the blonde woman. Jenny weighs the funny thing in her ha...d and shrugs. She cannot even tell whether it is made of metal or plastic. On the bottom side of the object, she discovers some strange symbols faintly resembling that script from Star Wars. "Don't worry, Mr. Ramirez", she says good-naturedly. "I guess this is just a children's toy. I don't know it, but my girls probably could tell." Handing the. I just closed my eyes, hearing her moans and the bed creaking, as I inhaled my hot wife’s cunt scent…I had visions of my sensual bitch fucking the black stranger and Iknew she must be fantasizing about him right now as she rode me.I made her slip out and then I got her on all fours. I slammed back my hard cock into her wet cunt and fucked her real hard. I could not get the image of my wife being fucked by this black man out of my mind.Anita groaned as she felt my urgency to fuck her.I kept. The dark red splotches in the snow, only visible now as he came to within a few feet of the thing, indicated that the squirrel had recently suffered an injury which appeared to be the cause of these strange actions. Little did Frank know what had actually happened: a raccoon, in a fit of certifiable rage, had bitten and clawed that poor squirrel’s bushy tail just an hour earlier. Apparently the squirrel had impinged upon the raccoon’s feeding territory. And in a rare move of fierce, unjustified. "She is a dancer." If anywhere should be safe it should have been the forward section of the ship."I think so," I answered. "If fact everything is probably fine. It's just that I have a nasty, suspicious mind that makes me ask you to stay there for now. That and of course I'll know where to find you later," I added."You will always be able to find me, Daniel," she giggled. I told her goodbye and signed off."What time is it?" I muttered and glanced up at the wall chrono. It was 1735. Shit, it.