The girl -- she was barely in her 20s -- twitched as lipstick,blusher and mascara appeared on her face.She was still wearing Max's clothes. Now the sl...eves shrank away from thejacket; the sleeves of the shirt following. The two garments fusedtogether to become a light brown sleeveless woman's blouse. It had aruffled front that had been Max's tie a few moments before. She felt hisundershirt shift, giving her now 36-C breasts the support they needed as itbecame a silky pale yellow bra.His male. I was there with an escort, but still those men… Never mind. They treated me like a piece of meat. But knowing how it was, I must still ask on behalf of your planet… Will you go?” It is the power of this woman’s conviction as much as the need to know about Gara that makes my decision. I feel a surge of patriotic fervor, and certainty that my planet’s way of life is the right one. Snapping to attention I give her the Gaianesian salute.“When do I leave?”6 – PreparationsRiyena’s auction date is. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts and gods. If. It was so tiny, just a small light brown star on a sea of white flesh. He would enjoy sheathing his large cock inside such a tiny morsel. It would squeeze it so nicely, forcing his cum from his balls as it suctioned the hard cock inside her.Loren looked down at her body, her hips arched up over two feet from the rest of her body, her legs spread obscenely wide, her pussy split by her two fingers revealing her inner sex. Now her asshole was also exposed and this she feared the most. They.