They were thin cotton and light blue and matched perfectly her blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a g-string which you could just make out –...it was enough to bring an erection to a drunk monk. Her top was a type of apricot pastel and you could almost see her bra as she bounced along with the biggest smile on her beautiful face in the sunlight of early Melbourne spring. Men passing just turned and stared at her bottom – firm round shapes hanging below the hemline – many gave soft. .maine choday ja raha tha aur kehta jaa raha tha… “ahahh… Le randi… Aur andar lee… Ye lee mera lora… Kuss ki bachi… Behanchod haram ki aulad… Tu sach much ki randi hai re… Kitna maza deti hai… Ahaahh…. Saali tere ko roz chodun ga… Maa banaun ga apne bachay ki… Aahhhh… Ye le maa ki chut… Tera badan kitna mast hai… Mammay… Gaand… Phuddi… Sab chikni hai behan ki lori… Tu ek dum malaai hai re randi…hum dono 15 min tak zordar jhatke lete dete rahe… Wo mera chootar hila hila k pura sath de rahi thi…. The bra had been folded inside cup to inside cup and felt damp. I immediately wondered if she was a milker. I pulled the cups open seeing stickiness between them. I cupped one of the outside tips in the palm of my hand and it totally covered it. I sniffed the inside cup wondering if the strange scent was milk, touched it with my tongue tasting a mix of sweet and saltiness. Before I realized it I was licking the inside of the cup and sucking the trace imagining it was milk that had come from her. She laid down, stared at the ceiling and slipped a finger over her wet pussy. “ My! this incident made me wet …” she thought with a smile on her face… “ If I don’t know myself better, I’d say I liked that…” slowly drifting off to sl**p. The next day our crew encountered a beautiful class M planet inhabited by a species called Orgians, (Or-gee-ann’s) who are known for being very affectionate. They are an interesting species who communicate with outsiders by audio only. Surface scans show they.