" What are you doing with their things?" she gasped, just noticing what was going on. "Who are you?" Don't be alarmed, Paula," Pico soothed."But you'r... packing their things! What are you doing that for? Has something happened to them?" Yes. I'm afraid so." An accident! They haven't had an accident?"Smiling inwardly at the unintentional help she'd given him, but forcing his face to look concerned and serious, Pico nodded."Oh, no! What happened?" The taxi in which they were riding was struck by. Algie lubed himself ready to enter my behind; and Albert had already started leaking pre-cum as he pressed his mushroom-headed cock against my lips. Algie grasped my hips tightly, while Albert tenderly held my face between his hands. My first-ever spit-roasting was about to begin.The new gardener turned out to be a real 'gentle giant', quietly pacing his thrusts as he face-fucked me, allowing me to savour having his monster appendage filling my mouth. Meanwhile, at the other end, Algie was. The pod door opened, “White Six, exit your pod now.” Down the corridor Sonia could see the last of the people from White Five leaving their pod. She followed on behind them towards the transporter bay.The crewman standing by the transport nexus reminded everyone, “You’ll be arriving down on the planet. Move quickly off the pad and don’t stop to look around. You need to get off the transporter so the others can come through behind you. You’ll have plenty of time for sightseeing later.”Sonia was. It was well after two AM, when the Fords went back to their motel. Saturday, an “Executive Jet” brought them all to Miami to board the ship. It was Tanner, that made sure that the men’s luggage went in one cabin, and the lady’s in another. After a delightful day at sea, and another full day of exposure to the men, Susan sat Ashley down in their cabin that night. “We have to talk. I don’t think that many Mothers have been in the position to say to their daughter, what I am going to say to you..