He asked me to call him my special little girl friend, we were just posting photos and messages to start. As time passed she asked if she could e-mail...me, at first I was unsure (my wife used the computer). I set up another e-mail alias on the computer, and agreed to her request. I explained that I was quite a bit older than she was, I sincerely hoped that this wouldn’t matter. She replied that age didn’t matter (she is 23) and that she probably needed a daddy to take her in hand. Some of the. I could feel the large indent that formed Mom's navel and wished I could lay my bare hands on it, imagining teeny blond hairs, though Mom was a brunette, running from there over her soft belly until they thickened into the brown bush covering her pussy. I knew her pussy hair was brown because I'd seen it poking out the leg of her panties. Mom continued playing as if that was all we were doing, playing the piano, despite the extent of my roaming hands. It was some time before I moved my hands up. Your hands all oiled up started to work on Sarah’s body especially her pierced nipples and this brought a moan of pleasure from her as you both worked on his cock.You got a handful of oil and worked it in to her pussy getting her ready for that monster cock which you wanted to see stretch her pussy wide, as you did this she was peeling down your bikini bottoms and getting her fingers nice and wet as they slid in and out of your wet pussy. The man stood you both up and moved to the bed where. His ... ship? ... had evidently malfunctioned or somehow been damaged or destroyed, otherwise he'd have been able to contact his fellows for rescue.Because he clearly wasn't alone; there were others of his kind somewhere near, who presumably either thought him dead or for some other reason weren't disposed to investigate his landing site closely. Otherwise he'd have waited for them where he was. But they'd come if he could signal them, that had to be the purpose of the beacon he'd got me to.