" That interesting, if not a bit unsettling," Denise replied drolly."At least if I'm pulled over by a cop, my license will support the factof who I am...and not who I was." A thought struck Denise. "You know,now that you've checked that my IDs are up to snuff, it might be a goodidea for to check your own IDs. There's a good chance that you aren'tMrs. Sojourner anymore. Since same sex marriages aren't legal in thisstate, the wishing well may have given you back your maiden name."Handing Denise. At least, Captain Ha-ie-mak and the four crewmen were supposed to be the contact team. Technically, Sta-ie-che wasn’t a part of the contact team. She wasn’t even a part of the Turillian Space Corps. She had been added to the mission at the last minute for two reasons, both of which had to do with her position in Turillian life. Sta-ie-che was a pleasure dancer.Pleasure dancers did what their name implied. They danced for the pleasure of others. Often times that meant dancing on stage in. The girls were snuggling in the middle of the bed. I bent over and kissed Tamara on the cheek. She reached her hand up and held me for a second. I told her I was going to shower and the coffee was brewing.I was just about through when the shower door opened and Tamara stepped in to join me."Good morning, sexy," I told her."Good morning, lover. You were wonderful last night."We discussed the coming day while we washed each other. We decided to eat out that night. She told me Lena wanted to go. I undo her jeans button and unzip her fly (for some reason it’s al-ways jeans in this fantasy), while at the same time she has reached behind her and is undoing my zipper and stroking my erect cock.Its size scares her for a little while, and I have to gently persuade her that she can take it in. By this time she is really “hot,” so she pushes it between her legs and guides it so that I can shove it into her quickly. (Right now I’m hard just think-ing about it.)We fuck quickly and excitedly,.