When I released the buttons of her pants, she turned herhead from side to side against the glass, looking forintruders, but saw only the unimpressed g...zes of thetigers and leopards. I slipped my hand in first,touching the heat of her, then the wetness, slicking myfingers. I drew them out, sucking the tips, looking intoher eyes, bright blue over her flushed red mouth. She lifted up a little, taking her weight onto her heelsfor a moment, to let me draw the pants down over herhips. I left them. I spent the last ten minutes with her laughing and flirting with her. Camille got a call from her husband to say that he was five minutes away, with that we got ready to go. I gave Camille a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug and told her I would like to see her again. I was walking home with Becky, when she said she noticed on how I was hitting on Camille. Cause Becky knew me I didnt deny it. Becky reminded me that Camille was married and I should let it be. I told Becky that I wanted to see. This one had clearly been operating with a human partner for a long time and was forgetting the old ways. He might be in for a nasty reminder the next time he had shore leave on Borealis.“We wait until the sun sets, then we move out.”The pack made their way into the valley under the cover of night, their black body armor concealing them against the shadowy foliage. Their feline eyes made use of what starlight was available, the Borealans preferring to keep their helmets off in order to make use. I held onto my wife's shoulders as I almost collapsed, gasping in huge amounts of air. The three of us were totally out of breath, gasping for air. My wife's knees gave way, and she sank to the ground, the stranger's cock plopping out of her on the way. He was hanging onto the rear of the bench for grim death it seemed, while I then collapsed onto the bench for some respite from the goings on. After about a minute, I went to help my wife to her feet, helping her sit on the bench, to be then.