Sigh… One cannot stay young forever…I felt very awkward sitting by myself next to a row full of black people. I was pressed up against the big bl...ck guy next to me. There was nothing I could do about it. There was no more space. I could feel his body heat (and soon his moist sweat) through his black pants and my own skirt. I was thankful to be sitting though. I was wearing a pair of black stilettos that look awesome but are not made to stand in for a long time. I had on a really nice. In fact, if you were curious and looked around at your own berthing pod's hatch, you might notice that your pod had one that was normally closed, and you were standing on another hatch attached to your ship, one that was normally open if there was a pod attached. Freighter #12 had 95 ship-side hatches that were always open and one that stayed closed, because that pod still held our four marooned explorers and it wasn't docked any more.I put my hand on the access plate, and the ship's hatch. "Tara, I want you to rub that sloppy wet cunt all over this slut's face. I want her whole face to shine from your pussy juice. Go on now smear her good and proper!"Tara smiled and began squirming around on Verarea's face, rubbing her cunt over the girl's mouth nose and eyes. She even got a little of her hair in front saturated. Verarea kept on licking, determined not to fail me. And as I figured, the two girls working in opposition to each other did just what I expected."Oh, Sire! Oh, I'm.... I had attended an opening the night before and had stayed with some clients drinking wine, talking business, boring myself but sticking it out to the last. When I got home Michael was asleep but snoring loudly from a cold he had picked up a few days before. Despite the wine, I found it difficult to fall asleep, listening to his noise, waiting for the wheeze. When it was time to rise, my mouth was dry, my eyes sore and I had stayed in bed too late to shower. I can’t say it was lust at first.