Laying her down I undo her jeans, and tugggg. Down they come and she is wearing the smallest set of silky panties I have ever seen. I bury my face int... her panties and lick at her pussy through the soft material. She lets out a low growl, and pulls my head into her tightly, and starts to move her hips so that her clit is rubbing along my tongue. Suddenly she sits up and pushes me back, then swings around so her head is hanging over the front of the washer, at the same time she pulls me back to. He had been in touch with Joanne and Terry and had invited them for the holidays.He took me into his library. He had all of the initial construction and survey data on the Hospital at Bangalore. He even had the environmental studies of the first three expeditions. The information explained why the site was chosen.The Island was in the moon's North Temperate Zone. The moon had more water than earth and overall was warmer. The equatorial region was all ocean. This generated some gnarly typhoons. He searched my face, anxiously, with a hint of fear. I sighed to myself, sure that I would be asked, politely hopefully, to go elsewhere. I was quite sure he had either seen me or heard reports of my actions. Instead, he made it clear I was being asked to join them for however long I wanted to stay with them. I happily accepted and then helped them strip the corpses of the slavers and plunder the camp for anything useful. I did convince him to let me have the tent, explaining that I would need. John’s dad was a lawyer and very intimidating – dark suits, grey beard, bald head and permanent scowl. Mrs Morgan by contrast was lovely, a tanned gym bunny who seemed to spend her life pottering around their house in tracksuit bottoms and tight t-shirts, much to my delight. One day I popped over to borrow one of John’s videos. John and his dad were was out, but Mrs Morgan was her usual happy bouncy self. “Come in, I think it’s in the VCR already” she said and turned on the television. The.