When we emerged, a broad-shouldered guy in a chauffeur’s uniform was holding up a cardboard sheet with our names printed on it, and he took our bags...from us without much in the way of conversation. It was soon clear that we had very little language in common, anyway, as I spoke a little French, but Petra had none at all, and our driver, whose name I learned was Didier, had no Spanish, or anything else very much. So we sat in silence as we sped through the busy traffic to a leafy suburb near. This is where the story gets a little difficult to tell. I am writing this to you, journal, because I know I can never tell a living soul. As I watched the girl, my cock growing thick and heavy in my slacks, I began to devise a plan. I don't believe there was any concious decision made-but a purely animal instinct to hunt, and be satisfied.I watched and I waited, praying she would stay until the library closed-And catching my breath every time she leaned forward and her skirt rose a few inches. "Systems ready," Shelby reported. "All weapons armed," Zann replied. "All light shields at full," Conner said. "All ships no anomalies, trans-warp ready," Lucy answered. "All right, on my mark, 3, 2, 1, NOW!" Derrick shouted. With that, all 4 ships jumped and were behind the imperial planet seconds later. Derrick looked at the readings shit! There had to be well over 10,000 ships out there! "All ships report!" Derrick ordered. "All systems still green," All of the ships replied. Derrick. She was so mesmerizing. We walked through the mall talking about nature. I told her about my boyfriend, how he had insulted me saying he wanted a threesome. She laughed it off. The insult part, anyway. We left the mall and walked to her place. She told me that men want threesomes because there is nothing more beautiful than two women together. It’s innate and perfect. We were lying on the floor. The heat between us undeniable. I felt sexual in a way I’d never been before. The first thing She.