Just another strike against Seven.How do you know the aliens aren't plotting to kill you if you don't understand what they're saying.The four of the c...-conspirators chatted until it was past their bed time ... not Seven ... I've never seen her sleep. Then again, I'm not with her that often.Eventually, we put everybody down ... no ... not like a lame horse. To bed. Damn it.In the morning, Wendy was gone. I was sleeping alone. Since we were at Fort Amador and the Texaco docks, I walked to the. I silently stepped closer to her bed; my eyes shifting from her face to her buttocks as she began to slowly grind her hips against the pillow. I was halfway to her bed when I stopped to watch her hips shifting back and forth, rubbing her mons against its surface. My eyes were suddenly drawn back to her labia as they started to glisten with moisture and her breathing began to deepen with the stirrings of passion evoked by her movements. I took two more silent steps toward her bed and stopped. This was also too small and the buttons were straining and leaving gaps so my bra and half my tits were visible. If this didn't make Carol cream in her panties, then nothing would. When I left, Alan was hard at work, this time, screwing wood, not my arse. I hurried over to Carol's house a few doors away; I felt a hormone rush as I walked quickly to her door. I was anticipating what was to come. Carol greeted me with a huge smile, her eyes roamed over me, taking in my exposed boobs."Christ Ann,. These 'perineal massages' had become a nightly ritual, and Me'apo, the old midwife Le'ini had brought with her from the Islands, continued them during the day.I added a third finger to the two already probing my wife's pussy, drawing a moan from her as she drew her legs further apart."I'll have to remember to message Susie Bright," she said, breathlessly, "to thank her for clueing us in about the joys of pregnancy!"Patricia, while doing research about pregnancy, had come across an essay by Ms..