..........but I was looking at him and I. My head turned, I was looking at the girl next to the girl that I has insulted earlier. My mouth was talking... speaking about my sick mother, my mother was not sick, but the voice that came from my mouth, continued speaking about a family that was not mine. A hand, my hand, brushed long blond hair away from my face as the voice that was not mine carried on talking. It was as if I was looking out through the eyes of the black miniskirted girl, I must have. I am not going to nursemaid you through that cordon of enemy ships. I suggest you release a message torpedo before you reach that area for I fear you won't be able to do that later." You are not going to go with us?" You pursue this action and you will end up dead. The amount of foolishness about your race was underrated. This is your last chance. Will you take our suggestion and then our protection?" We are going ahead but may veer off to avoid most of the enemy concentration. May we have. Linda and Frieda had found them and they were in need of a place to stay. Of course this was all discussed beforehand. I had a suspicion, hell I knew, that Linda and Frieda had already discussed this and made the decision before I was even brought into the equation. Yet how could I complain? Now there were two more women, both of whom were attractive, that were willing to share me. Four women and me. I never stood a chance. I was always reacting to them and I never had any alone time. Always. “Let’s get this sweater off,” he said. Her heart was beating at a gallop as he roughly pulled off her top leaving her in only her underwear. He looked at her tits; the bra gathering them up into a juicy cleavage. “Fuck,” he breathed, “sexy as.” He kissed her cleavage forcing her back down onto the sofa with his superior weight and continuing to drool over her tits. “What a pair of titties,” he groaned, licking them with a wet tongue, leaving clear smears across the flesh. Amy thought of.