It also picks up the story of some of the survivors from Behind Enemy Lines.]Asimov arrived from Earth ahead of schedule after one of the strangest pi...kup missions on record. Along with the typical mix of military volunteers there were four decidedly non-military types. Botany Professor Naveen Avalareddy and his two associates were having a preliminary meeting with the curator of the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, Dr. Jason Brown, at a Starbucks when they found themselves to be the primary. Her black lover Jerome had asked her to get it; in order to show his friends my sexy wife was his submissive white slut bitch for black men… My dick got hard as a rock just thinking of her belly with a spade tattoo. It would keep my wife’s pussy wetter, just knowing about all those black bastards that would fuck her regularly…Ana told me while she was getting the tattoo, she would wear her micro skirt while she had a butt plug in place. This would allow the tattoo artist to have a full view of. Eventually, one after the other they logged in. I could see each of them. Couple naked, 4 guys logged on to watch me whore myself. Tom took the lead...and again i toyed my ass. Longer this time tho. A good hour i took their orders. Finally, allowing me to cum and drink down a huge load. Each of them then jerked off as i watched...one after the other they came. They thanked me for a wonderful show and rang off. All except tom. We again chatted. He somehow got me all horny again and made me do. "You know, I never could come with your father," she said. "I always had to masturbate." I was pretty non-committal during these ramblings she got into. I found myself simultaneously embarrassed, and very, very turned on.At home, I’d fantasize about how great it’d be to fuck her. I’d gotten lots of experience with the two or three long-term hippy girlfriends I’d had. We’d done everything, and for long periods too. The fact that there was such great grass around only helped. Everyone of my age.