Kicking her heels off next to the door, she sheds her tight leather corset top and and short skirt, then unclips her bra and drops it too on the way t... her bedroom with a sigh of relief, heavy breasts bouncing free… leaving a trail of sexy black clothes from her front door to her bedroom. She falls on the bed in her panties and stockings, the bands digging into her meaty thighs just enough to hold them up… the lack of garters making her look more vulernable somehow… and falls asleep on her. Mujhe laga ki main thodi der mein jhad jane wala hoon. Maine dhakon ki raftar aur tez kar di aur didi ki gaand ko jakad kar jor jor se chodne laga. Didi bhi apni mazil ke nazdeek pahunch chuki thi, main utejit ho kar bola,” didi main ab zayayda der tak nahin tik payunga, mera lund jhadne ko hai meri behana, mera maal teri choot mein girne walal hai, agar tu bhi jhad jaye to mere virya se teri kokh bhar jayegi, meri pyari didi tu mere bache ki maa ban jayegi.Tu apni gaand uchhal kar mera saath. Sitting there staring at a screen 24/7 is boring," she said, stretching out the word. "The AI isn't sentient, but it's sharp as can be. What I might miss because I'm bored, he'll probably detect. He makes a good partner, and he doesn't get bored. A human pilot does, so two people are logical. And you know we should be observing the aliens continuously." On second thought," Diana said, "I think I would feel better if whoever goes didn't have to be there alone, as long as they both promise us. It had happened about a year ago, and then she started to apologize for it happening. I told her there was no need to apologize; I just wish she had told me when it happened, not a year later. We had incredible sex that night but I needed more, I asked her to write and submit a story on here. Telling all the sordid details, I kept asking for a couple of days. Then last night she said she would write it and put it in an email for me, while I was in work, then it was up to me if I posted it on.