" But Anita ..." Just do it ... and pretend."Almost afraid of what she might find, Diane timidly lowered her hands down to her crotch. It was very hot...down there, and she gasped when her fingers touched one of Anita's hands. Two fingers of that hand were pointing up and out, simulating the rigid position of Mike's hard-on. Anita had dipped them in her own slippery cunt, first, and when Diane touched them they were wet and slick with pussy-juices."So I took hold of his prick and jacked on it. It. Then set the self-destruct. We can't afford that technology falling into the wrong hands.Yes, Guardian, self-destruct is activated.As soon as my ship is in range activate the transport please.Several hours later after cursing the slowness of the black ship and pacing the deck in frustration, Tristan's stomach lurched. Bright lights of the AI hanger replaced the blackness of space.He opened the ship's air lock and ran to the living quarters.Cassiopeia sat playing with Tristain in the lounge.. "I hope I will be over these awful mountains and into the southern plains before too long. This is killing me!" she muttered, as she took food and drink from the saddle bags and saw to the sustenance of herself and her equine companion. Her hands blue and stiff with cold and the fine golden hairs on her body standing out vertically in the intensity of the Arctic chill, she urged the mount forward at a trot and ran behind it, heedless of the damage she was doing to her feet on the razor sharp. He got up and walked round the desk to join the stranger and was transfixed at the sight of her cunt. Her pussy lips were deep red and swollen and in the middle, instead of the pink spongy flesh he was used to pushing through to get inside her, was a dark hole, open and slick with pussy juice. He looks up to the stranger and nods and the stranger forces finger after finger into her swollen pussy. May can’t believe that this feels as good as it does. Surely there is something really deviant.