"Like that. Suck on it."Dave didn't know what he was doing. His mind was overwhelmed by the effects of the alcohol and the sensation of sucking on a m...n's cock. He felt the roundness between his lips, the weight heavy on his tongue, the tinge of the saltiness of his skin. He puffed out his cheeks as the cock pushed in, the head almost at the back of his throat before slowly pulled back.The dick slid from his mouth and he felt a small sense of emptiness. It wasn't what he had imagined it would. They were happy in their new home; however the lure of a new adventure was always irresistible."Go on," Jan replied."A Denebian named Abrami Ben-Turanab stole a secret formula for the annealing of lithium molecules from Amalgamated Transporters. He purchased a surplus Dragonfly IV jump ship and disappeared into space. Traces of his magnadrive were detected heading in the direction of an unexplored star system designated Bormann's Cluster. We presume he was attempting to contact the Red Moon. She was pretty. I mean, I already knew that. First thing I noticed was she wore the same red leather collar I’d seen her in before. The one with the silver rings dangling from it. This time she was dressed, at least for now, in a cute skirt that showed off her legs and a skimpy halter top, making her look like a typical college student enjoying the weekend.“Hello, Candy.”“Hello, Mrs. Vandermeer,” she replied, her voice soft. I detected a hint of nervousness which I related to.“Candy, say hello. You can tell people that need to know, but no paper trail, okay?’ It sounded reasonable. Julie would have to give him her personal email address, but… didn’t she want him to have it anyway? ‘That works for me,’ she said and proceeded to give him the address. ‘Great. I’ll send it over in a few minutes.’ ‘Okay. Thanks, Greg.’ Then, not sure why she did, she added, ‘So, were they real?’ ‘Huh?’ ‘Her tits, Greg. Were they real?’ Greg laughed. Surely, he knew that Julie was talking about the bar.