I will dine out on these stories.” She said.“Grandpa do I have enough time to talk to Berit before dinner?” I asked.He looked at his watch. “Y...u have about half an hour if you go quickly. You need to have a good wash in the refresher, you have ash all over your face.” He replied.“Berit I am worried. We are here, and those mongrels are planning trouble on Earth. I have a very bad premonition. I know you are planning to pick up all those other bad guys, but I have a feeling and I may well be. Xenia moaned and writhed, her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass cheeks when she wanted him to go faster or harder. There wasn’t much communication between them verbally. Each knew what the other liked and knew what signals to give to maximize the pleasure. Xenia squeezed her kegel muscles around his thick, rigid cock, increasing the friction on his bulbous head. Clarence groaned in appreciation. Xenia knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer; his knees. All the while he was fucking me he was yelling things at me calling me names asking me questions and demanding an answer "how many time you suck a dirty cock today, you like fucking strangers don't you slut" questions like that.He was like a pile driver slamming his cock in me as hard as he could. Then he stopped closed his eyes and gushed a load. As it flowed in me he pulled out grabbed my head pulling it up and jerked off the rest all over my already soaked face. "SUCK IT SLUT" he ordered. ” She has a typical south Indian accent. She said, “yes, though it was a bit of a problem finding the place.”I hugged her bindass and she too hugged me back…believe me guys, those jugs did feel good on my chest. Anyways I told her…let’s start with the audition. I told her about the role, it’s about a rich woman who is a mother of a playboy. So she will have to play this rich socialite, and, ahem…wear little less clothes. She just didn’t react. She was ready for it. I said, there is the changing.