“It’s a controlled environment.”“What does that mean?” she asked, glancing about as if the answer might be in the air around her.“We decid... the temperature, the humidity, the air pressure. It’s not going to get any warmer than this. The sunlamps will come back on in the morning, but that’s about it. I’m sure there are clothing stores that cater to aliens on the station, let’s go see if we can find you a jacket or something.”The great sunlamps that were embedded in the ceiling had been dimmed. The legs and feet of the puppets were seldom seen, the effect of walking and horses trotting was instead suggested by sound effects. Zithrusa and the other musicians joined in this new night-time drama and storytelling, adding their talents to create the effect of mood, ambiance and foreshadowing.The result was startling, the little wooden puppets embodied with the sound effects, the music, and the voices gave the stories, which previously had been the only form of entertainment in this age. " The spot was high up and on the inside of her thigh as I started to rub the cream on her she moved my hand to her hairy mound and held it there. Her legs were spread wide and the lips of her pussy were open more that usual a small amount of wet was on them. I was rubbing the cream on her spot when she moved and my hand was on her pussy I had tried not to touch it,but tonight she wanted me to so I went along with it and thought she would stop soon.To my supprise she moved down and my fingers. Being an elf, your mother looked in her twenties, though she was biologically 46, and had birthed three children, the eldest being 26 years old. She smiles sleepily at you, and slips under the covers. She snuggles against your chest.“Couldn’t sleep?” you murmur tiredly.“Not with Elba and Angel going at it.” Mom sighs and you wrap an arm around her curvy body.“Laena! By the seven hells, what betrayal is this?” your father screams at your mother, rousing you from your sleep.“It’s not a betrayal,.