It was ten minutes before they arrived at the house. Naturally, the next-door neighbors' cars were gone and a party could be heard on the other side o... the block. Michael's section was, as usual empty.As soon as he parked the car and closed the garage door, Michael opened the car door for Mita. He helped her get out and walked her inside the house. She had stopped crying for now, but he knew she would begin again in a short while. He marched her straight into the bedroom. The bed was full size. Europa was every bit as violent a world as its sister moon Io. Just in a radically different fashion.Already fourteen days into his survey of this fascinating Jovian moon and he'd already catalog more raw data on its composition and ever changing surface morphology than earth's mightiest probes had in the last forty years. Not that he necessarily scoffed at earth science.They were getting good! Twice within the last three years he'd had to raise his cloak to prevent being picked up. Once even. She is moaning. On her other side there is a man, pounding into her. Her whole body is moving in a rhythm. As if it is doing a dance of its own, back and forth, back and forth, faster, then slower, then faster again. Is she moaning from pleasure from being violated or from the taste of the cock? It is hard to tell. On the bed next to her, there is another woman. She is dark skinned. Her legs are folded and a man is worshipping her. His tongue is darting around her pussy. She is silent? Does she. “No, I was just wondering who the girl in the Jeep was.” She said casually. I knew she was trying to throw me off, and she knew I knew that she was. “That was Grace. She’s just a friend.” I said wondering what all she’d seen. I made my move carefully. “I don’t kiss my friends that way.” She said. “Actually it looked like you were eating her face off.” She made her next move capturing three of my pieces. I decided to switch tactics. “How would you know?.