Our conversation seemed so natural from the start. It seemed we had so much in common. She too had been married nearly twenty years. She too had two k...ds around the same age as mine. Time passed so quickly in conversation with Lynn.The waiter soon appeared with our plates. It was fun to watch Lynn as she ate her pasta. She had this habit of catching the pasta with her right index finger as it dangled from her lips. She would then lift it to her mouth and suck her finger quick as dimples formed. I was trying to hold off my own orgasm as my hand frantically worked my own dick. Suddenly Charlie lined up the impressive head of his cock to her glistening opening and he began to push his way into her tight body. Suddenly Ana reacted as if something was wrong; but Charlie grabbed her wrists and gently he placed her hands back to her head; covering her eyes.To my surprise, Ana seemed to take that as some kind of sign that it was fine and then Charlie began working his huge manhood into her. Mostly landmass, the planet sported tiny white poles and a handful of interconnected lakes. No body of water could be called a sea, or an ocean. Questioned, she estimated the ratio of land to water as 85:15.“Perhaps the planet sustained a catastrophic event in the distant past,” Grove theorized, “vaporizing most of the water, blowing it off into space. Maybe the surface is overly porous, and the bulk of the oceans seeped underground, into huge subterranean vaults. Perhaps the surface actually. And needless to say if he was the dom here, he wouldn't have use of the strap-on. And then there are the smaller things - he's completely waxed, for one. For another..." she leans down and carefully spreads the dead man's asscheeks apart, "There's the anal bruising. I can't believe you left that to the coroner to find?" she looks up at Grisley. "That's why you need more women in plain clothes up here, you chaps just can't bear to ogle a man's ass. Or queer detectives, for that matter. That.