Among the higher intelligent species some woreclothes; others never discovered a need for clothing. Among those thatdo, anyone wore anything and ever...thing. Love is not based uponsuperficial looks but upon an intellectual and emotional attachment.Looks play a part, but there is no plumage like the peacock to distractfrom the beauty within." Excuse me God," Jake interrupted. "Earth isn't anything like you'redescribing. I don't think I understand. Why can't I look at you withoutmy eyes. ."Maggie thanked the woman and put the card in her bag. If the web page was anything like she thought... yes, she would enjoy it! Maggie got to the gate just as boarding was announced. She was surprized that there were only five other passengers in the queue to board the plane, and only one was a man. "Maybe there are already people on the plane and this is just a stop," she thought. As she queued, she could see out the large window to the tarmac to a very small jet and she smiled.As she exited. Joey," she gasped."Good girl," I said. We lay together as she recuperated for several minutes. When she had rested and was able to, she turned to me."Thank you Joey... thank you for making me feel like a woman again. It has been so long since I felt like this and I have missed it. And thank you for letting me be a slut. You see, when I was younger 'good girls' didn't talk like that. It wasn't proper. But I had always liked it - I like to talk dirty and be called names like slut and whore. I. There was not a lot of room in there and we were pressed hard up against each other and my hard cock was rubbing against her soft tummy, and her breasts were against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and proceeded to rub myself to a climax, ejaculating my cum up her belly and between her tits. My legs almost gave out as I was coming and I had to cling desperately to her to stop myself slumping down to the shower tray.When I had recovered my strength I apologised for my thoughtless action.