Said meteor, the closer he got, became much clearer to him. In fact, so clear, that he came to the realization that it wasn't a meteor; it was an alie... ship.The now identified ship was hurtling towards an empty field, thankfully, and while normally he'd call for back up in these occasions, he knew how threatening a battalion of superpowered individuals could appear. So, he decided to follow the ship on his own, wincing as it made bruising contact with the ground below.Shuddering as the ship. Seeing her in that position has my cock twitching more, steadily growing in my jeans. I keep reminding him we'll have lots of time to play later. That we must wait, it isn't our turn. I'm not so sure he agrees, as he twitches again. I take a sip of my scotch, hoping it helps keep him at bay.Scarlet: “Now, as I've said, I like to start out with my hand. That's all right with you, yes?” Franklin asks me, as I turn to look up at him.His smile is warm and reaches his deep, dark brown eyes. His lips. She had nipples you could hang a hat on. We were the only one in the pool at the time. We played and splashed for about an hour until we were joined by a very well built Black man. Toned, ripped abs and good looking. He was wearing a pair of baggie trunks when he walked into the pool area and jumped in and swam to the other end before getting out and sitting on a lounge chair in the sun. When he climbed from the pool his wet trunks clung to his body clinging to the outline of what looked like a. He gave Theron a surprised look when I explained how he had stopped me from doing anything rash, and had backed me up.I told him we were expected to meet with Eamon, and he rolled his eyes. "He can whine all he wants; if he can't control that hag of a wife, then we can't be expected not to step in. Don't worry."Theron spoke up. "So, what are you going to do with the kid, now?"I sighed. "No idea. I hadn't exactly thought that far ahead. I can't leave him here, that's for sure – Isolde will.