They could fight with tooth and claw or any kind of weapon including modern tech. Just standing near them made me cower.It may have been the poor comm...nications or the language barrier but this was not what Katie and I had expected. Armed guards marched them aboard our shuttle. Without a sound they all strapped in and prepare to lift. Even not knowing where they were headed they seemed glad to leave Wilhome alive.Cats were unable to speak human languages; their vocal cords just weren’t built. As the soon to be solder got up to clean her tray, my wife (her name is Christine, by the way) approached her and started up a conversation. I was out of earshot mostly but joined the conversation when they both came back to the table where I sat.The perky breasted young lade was from Western South Carolina, was 22, and her name was Emily. Christine told me that Emily was shipping out very early in the morning, and really didn’t want to go back to her room because the other young lady that. I mean, she always looks good, being that she is a personal trainer. Christy is about 5'6, slim, nice firm small tits, a wicked ass and from what her sister had told me, she was a naughty girl.She loved cock and from what April had told me, she had asked about how big I am. Being that they are sisters, they were used to discussing cock sizes, so she told her. So, as I am standing there, hugging her gorgeous body, I started getting a hard on with these thoughts going through my mind. Mm, so. I adjusted the rolled-up sweater behind my neck and settled back down, my head supported by a beautifully-rounded, conveniently-located rock. The sun on my almost naked body was fierce, the soft sand beneath my burrowing toes warm. When I’d found this spot an hour ago, it’d felt pretty close to paradise, the beach deserted save for the couple with a toddler paddling at the water’s edge and the occasional walker with accompanying sodden dog. But that was the joy of a Cornish beach in early May..