The only other major observation was that there were no clouds and the air felt dry.My crew appeared to be very uncertain. Not about my command, but t...ey had concerns about leaving their concubines behind. I tried to assure them that there were powerful rules about who could talk to their concubines, and that the planet had no wildlife that might attack them. In the end most grudgingly admitted that they had no solid reason for fear.The day passed quickly. I went to bed with the sun still a. I don’t remember the last time I saw a man dressed so formally. It must have been 2025 or so, back when I used to be a fresh-faced coed ready to take on the world. In those halcyon days, I’d thought men in suits were the capitalist devil.He’s carrying a white paper bag that smells of things I’ve nearly forgotten. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was a to go bag from Café du Monde.He’s darkly handsome, with chiseled bones sharp enough to cut. Lines frame deeply set dark eyes, and his nose. Adam rolled off his cousin, collapsing onto his back. Christine wasted no time, slipping between Lynne’s legs as soon as she could reach.“Oh yes,” Lynne yelped as her aunt gathered up the cream flowing from her depths.Christine moaned from the taste of the mingled juices as she turned her head sideways to stab her tongue deep into Lynne’s cum-filled pussy.“Yeah, lick that pussy, Aunt Christine,” Adam groaned after wriggling to where he could get a better view.“Mmm – so much cum,” Christine. "It looks new." It is pretty new," I confessed. "I bought it when I got to Seattle a week ago, more or less." A world traveler and rich to boot!" she grinned at me with a devilish rise to one eyebrow that warned me she was going more for effect than anything else. "I should have been a little more seductive when we first met, I see." Well, I'm as much a world traveler as any other of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children, I suppose," I said, dredging the slang phrase from somewhere. "I was in the.