My bedroom door opened and struck Dad's heels. He dropped his hands just before Megan poked her head in. "Sorry, Mister Holloway, didn't know you were...in here." "Oh -- Jessica was showing me her new suit," Dad said with an awkward smile as he moved away from the door. I'm sure he knew it sounded lame, but quickly changed the subject. "By the way, Megan, we're all officially adults now. Call me Alex." "Got it. I was just wondering... which dresser I should use." Equally lame, I thought. "Either. Remember—it was just suspicion on my part. Telepathy isn't adequate probable cause on Paxlyn Domain—not yet! It is subjective and few humans are telepathic. Scoo and the Vix might change that—or might not.Preparations for an afternoon 'test-flight' of the Long Stalk was expedited by Council, the computer program governing Paxlyn Domain. I put 'test flight' in quotation marks because the Long Stalk wasn't going anywhere. Even professional engineering officers, spaceship pilots and us navigators. Her flower flowed with sweet nectar that he happily lapped up. He continued to lick and lash her clit, finger her taut slit, wiggle his pointer in her tight pink star, all the while thrusting hard into her throat, slapping her face with his scrotum, until finally her every muscle contracted and she shivered in climax. All the pixies squeaked and fell upon the bed as though they shared her satisfaction. Had it not been for that shot of passion endurance, he didn’t think he’d been able to resist. She stood up and turned, presenting her back to Mona. John stood too, and moving to the TV, shut the porno off. ‘One show at a time,’ he said to Amy, giving her a wane smile as he rejoined her, placing his hand even higher on her thigh. Amy trembled when he gave it a slight squeeze, but responded in kind, moving her hand along his leg, but stopped short of touching his bulging erection. Wow, Amy thought, what with last night and tonight my life has taken a huge turn. All that time I spent.