The shower curtain opened abruptly, Gwen stood there still all sweaty, but beautifully naked.“Sorry, I didn’t want to wait.”She stepped in and, ...es, we did get ourselves all cleaned up, but we also had a lovely exploration of each other’s bodies. We fit together surprisingly well and by the time the shower was over (in other words we ran it out of hot water) we were both more than a little turned on.Drying each other off was more like a wrestling match. My longer hair took a while to dry, her. They couldn’t be duplicated. I would never be able to face her again if I removed it. She would know it immediately. Then she pulled the sopping panties up over my cock, which now was excited but couldn’t get hard. Now I know it was this devilish concept of hers that made her wet. I still had the worry of the body x-ray machine. My hope was that the TSA at JFK would not have it, or if they did it was voluntary-or broken.With that, she gave me a long passionate tongue deep kiss and rubbed my. ”They walked up to each other and hugged, as I shook hands with my father and my little brother.As we got in the car, I leaned over and said, “That went well, don’t ya think?”Linda looked into my eyes and said, “I didn’t know what we were walking into today, but I’m sure glad it all happened. Now what? Go back and sneak a peek at history, or go find out who becomes our next president, or just back to my place so you can plow a few acres inside my broiling womanhood?”“Broiling Womanhood, are you. The damage to the station was extensive but mostly superficial. Besides for the breaches that the boarding craft had punctured in the hull, there was no serious structural damage. Just bullet holes, and plasma burns. The strange, alien vessels were still lodged in the deck, being inspected intently by groups of people wearing hazmat suits who had erected cordons around them. How were they even going to remove them? Perhaps they would need to be dismantled, or rather dissected, and carried away.