Whispers and murmurs of shock seemed to follow in her wake as she hurriedly got to class, moving to her front row seat and sitting down quickly.“Cla...s, class! Settle down, settle Down!”. Mr Jackson’s voice rang out, quieting the hubbub as everyone got to their seat, and the whispers stopped somewhat. “As you can see, Ms. Constantini is modeling for her art class, and her teacher asked, and the principal approved that she be able to change an hour before class starts. Something about lines or. We are actually in what seems to be a spaceship graveyard though. The area we're in seems to be maintained by some sort of AI that so far we haven't been able to communicate with. Luckily for us we had just fueled up by essentially cannibalizing a methane boulder so if we can't figure out how to communicate with the AI that is the curator of this place at least we won't suffocate, or starve to death unless we have a population explosion. Ensign O'Mally and I have both begged the AI to make sure. The deliciously perverted lady then carried the mug over to the bed. “Here!” she said, handing it to Greg. “Drink this, you pathetic little pussy!” A week ago my stomach might have churned at the sight of Greg draining the mug of lukewarm coffee laced with my semen, but now I felt that this kind of debauched kink was one I wanted to relive time and time again.Hardly had Greg drained the liquid before Emily was on top of him. I stood there watching as Emily ground her pussy against Greg’s face,. I stared at Sheena naked body, wondering how this monster black cock could fit in her little cunt.We poured more red wine and relaxed as we entered the tub.Soon I noticed that Sheena's hand seemed to be busy in her black hubby’s lap. The man was staring at me and he suddenly moaned a bit, as her delicate wife stroked his huge black cock.Sheena suddenly asked his man to go inside and get another bottle of wine. Preston got up and Helena again gasped as she saw the huge size of that massive.