God! This was great! The barkeeper smiled at us through his thick mustache. “So tell me guys. By the way... You look great tonight! How's it been? T...ll me some stories!” We stayed the whole evening until very early in the morning, sharing stories from the past two years, talking of the good old times. It sure was great to be free from any duty. The next day, I got up at ten. I still couldn't believe that I was finally home. I took a quick shower, ate two slices of bread. I picked up the phone,. And I relied on that pathological fear of vacuum and the association of red lights to it. This is how I hid most everything.Because so many of our housing pods had been detached and evacuated, most of the residential corridors had nothing by red lights on their airlocks. I used that to my advantage. It was next to impossible to compare outside orientations to interior setups. I knew that any search party would be reluctant to breach an unverified airlock. The results could be catastrophic to a. “Some extra foreplay,” he mutters as Storm stands with her back to the wall and Stephen licks the insides of her thighs. Then to her great delight he is licking her bald cunt lips. The beautifully shaved triangle of jet black pubic hair above, accentuating her bald cunt. Storm is the center of attention as she lays face down on the table, still with her heels and a very confident smile for three men. Her ass in that position really is magnificent, I muse as I ogle it.I feel sure, most men with. I could imagine them growing hard in their pants, starting to breath heavy. Any minute now they would turn on me, lust in their eyes, tear my clothes, violate every hole DING! We were at my floor. No-one moved out of the way as I exited, forcing me to graze them with tits or ass as I maneuvered out of the elevator, tugging my skirt back down over me ass and the my damp panties. A few followed onto my floor but I ignored them as I strode quickly past the reception desk and into the relative.