My stomach was so wet.Ahhhhhhh!!!! I came again, spurting my sticky creamhelplessly in response to a world-class lover'sworld-class love. And so did A...dy, grunting that wayhe does when his balls go nuclear.It was already a great Monday and it was only 4 p.m.! Chapter Three - TuesdaySome Tuesday mornings I can barely get up. I'm alwaysdrenched with my own cum. Often, my face is socum-splashed that my eyelids are stuck.That was the kind of Tuesday morning I had that week.In other words, I had had. .. would he be able to hide the fact that he fancied the pants off the guy's wife?Well, he'd been staying with them for a few weeks now and he thought he'd done okay on that score.Not that it was easy, fuck no. For one thing, Victoria was a trainee lawyer in the big city and she dressed for work in those sharp, professional suits which Peter loved to see women wearing ... well, attractive women anyway. And no trouser suits with Vicky, thank you very much. Why would you if you had legs like. Heather noticed that there was not the least bit of stubble or regrowth on the latter. She figured Melinda must be taking pains to do it regularly.Heather watched as Melinda bent over to snatch some underwear from one of the bottom drawers. When Melinda straightened, she noticed the scrutiny and looked over to Heather. "What?"Heather felt herself growing damp in her sex. In her frustration, she vented. "Melinda, do you have to do that? Do you have to parade around naked like that?"Melinda. We don't know how they communicate, only that it seems to be both instantaneous and lossless. Imagine radio that worked without a bit of static and had no satellite delays to get from one side of the world to the other. Maybe not even wire time delays.I say all of that in order to lead up to saying that I believe we'll probably spend at least ten years learning how to keep the Sa'arm bottled up on the worlds they already infest. Part of that time of course will be spent on Earth learning how to.