She blushed to see him looking at her, and bent her head still lower as she turned, arms full of clothing, and hoisted Master’s suit and tie onto th... ironing board. When she was free, she had owned only two articles of clothing that required ironing: A black cocktail dress and a navy-blue skirtsuit with blouse. Although this meant that she had very little experience with ironing, the fact that her ironable clothing had been the most delicate and expensive in her wardrobe made her instinctively. Monin smoothly slid his palms all up to my hips, removing my lungi right off my ass. He nonchalantly gripped my ass and squeezed firmly. Then sliding his fingers all along the ass crack, he sought my hard cock as I lifted my waist to provide him access. He tickled my balls and giggled softly. Meanwhile, his thighs were now touching my upturned palms. I slowly moved my hand along his thighs and into his shorts till I could feel his turgid hard-on on my knuckles. He pressed it into my palm.His. Abby’s mind was going eight hundred miles an hour. She couldn’t believe she was sitting here in a gazebo, letting a seemingly complete stranger touch her this way. She was getting so turned on and decided to throw caution to the wind. She turned to face Brian and stood up. They looked into each other’s eyes and a silent agreement past between them. This was about to happen and they both would enjoy it immensely. Brian tipped Abby’s face up and met her lips with his. Abby moaned into the kiss. Underneath each cover was a densely packed array of missiles. Two seconds later, the missiles activated and ripple fired, racing away to seek their targets. The laser light was very monochromatic, so the seeker heads on the missiles were very simple – find the right colour target and hit it. A few missiles headed for smaller Sa'arm ships caught in the light-beam from the laser while the rest accelerated straight for the biggest, brightest target in the vicinity: the nearly complete Hive.