I had been divorced for four years this week. My ex-wife Mary had left me five years ago for a woman. Our sex life had been non-existent for the latte... years of our marriage.My name is Frank and I am 40 years old. I’m shy and find it hard to mix with people. I’ve not dated since the divorce so I’ve had a very long sexless period of my life, except for what my hand offered by way of relief.Mary hated sex with me - complaining of my less than day old whiskers if I attempted to pleasure her. . it was the stuff of men's science fiction fantasies!Then it was my turn to tell my story. As we got closer to the group she had come with, I told L'natria how I was on a routine flight from my home on Earth to the moon base to deliver supplies for the mining operations there. I told her about the solar flare and how I got knocked unconscious and crash-landed here. She had never heard of Earth or my moon or even my solar system. Which told me that somehow I had been blown a long, long, LONG. "Catherine? Catherine, wake up."She opened her eyes."Back with us again?" The model with the huge tits stood beside the sofa, looking down at her sweetly. The model was dressed, which seemed surprising. And irritating."I, um... I must have fallen asleep. Has class started?" Started and ended," the model smiled."You mean..." Yep. You were completely out of it when I arrived here a few hours ago." Just watching you sleep makes me want to growl," came a lighter female voice from behind.Catherine. I usually took my shirt off before I started sucking his cock, knowing that if I wasn’t careful with him, I’d end up having to change my shirt, and that would draw curious looks from my classmates and teachers. Today, I had simply lowered the straps of my leotard and bra and pushed the garments down below my chest. I was planning on giving him two orgasms that day, and I thought I’d be able to do it for sure after the first one came in only a few minutes. It tasted just as wonderful as.