As Cindy sat looking at the envelope, she remembered making the tape inside. She worked for several years in radio, but this was the most difficult ta...e she had to make. Her mother had limited eyesight so any letters to the family had to be taped. Cindy broke down six times trying to make the tape. After the last take, she threw herself down on the bed and cried for a half-hour.The letter was an idea proposed by Cindy's counselor. It ensured that she could finish what she had to say, and it. She cupped my pussy.We washed each other. I bit my lip, stroking up and down her futa-shaft, coating it in suds while such delight rippled through me. She touched my pussy lips just right. She wasn't fumbling like futas who groped me throughout the day. She had rubbed a girl's snatch before. She touched my labia just so, teasing me. My toes curled. A tremble raced through me as she caressed up to my clit.My hand squeezed on her dick as she massaged my bud.I whimpered and groaned. Pleasure. During dinner Kozlowski also learned that Nguyen didn't really work for McKinsey. They had not met until after their extraction from Earth. They had only known of each other by reputation. Where McKinsey was assertive and well versed in social graces and values, Nguyen was quiet and relaxed. He appeared to be very comfortable with remaining in the background and working with his team.After everyone finished a passable chocolate mousse and coffee, Kozlowski gently dismissed Nguyen and McKinsey. Add that to the fact that she is a retired adult film actress, who has more than five hundred movies under her belt, two hundred in which she starred in. She wasn't exactly popular, but she had done enough films to get her noticed by practically anyone with a computer and an healthy interest in pornography. Which is probably why she'd told me about her former career when I was fourteen, thinking it best to get the truth out before one of my hornball friends laid it on me. She had apologized for.