She eagerly returned his kiss, her bottom lip sitting flush against his, hertongue almost immediately slipping past his lips. She felt dizzy, felt lik... she was losing her footing and clasped a hand firmly against the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. His hand trailed from her waist and he found his hands and fingers tangled in her dark, curly hair. He pulled away, breathless. He wanted to continue — she wanted to continue — but something about her made him nervous. She was clearly a woman,. One of the ranch hands had been in the Union Signal Corps during the war, so he was familiar with using mirrors to signal distant troops. He showed the idea to Cletus, who embraced the concept with both arms. The two of them worked out a simple set of signals that anyone could remember and use to signal that a patrol was in trouble and needed help.Cletus got enough small shaving mirrors to insure that every man had one and started a training program so that trained signalers would be available. There were six of us in our team.Gregor an Ursuls who was the team leader. Char and Pat who were Mer, Chance another Ursuls with a wicked sense of humor. Sam was a Grer and then there was me. My name is Dan Fabian and I am two meters tall with brown hair and greyish blue eyes.I had just had my twenty second birthday and put in an offer at a human coop. It was a large building beside a canal with hydroponics floors and large protein vats. The upper floors had small apartments for men and women. Jimmy reminded me about his policy of not fucking the talent and beside he wanted me horny as hell when I started filming in the morning. I spent the rest of the night reading over the scripts and dreaming about the cock I’d be sucking tomorrow. My brain was in overdrive thinking about being a complete whore for the camera. My pussy felt hot and wet every time I would touch it while I thought about fucking someone I had never met before. I replayed both scenes a hundred times in my head and I.