I speed up, pass them by and hurry out of the sound of their voices. There is a mash-up of species, ages and sexes here, but all of it is the lower orders of galactic society – miners, ship crews, traders trying to score fast credit, merchants on their way to and from Aghara-Penthay, and those washed up here with no means to leave. They might be what the general would describe as toy “scum”, but since the ordeal of the Rape Run finished my soul has begun to heal, and I’ve to look more warmly on the diverse citizens of the galaxy. Any man who isn’t a Slaver is decent in my book. I clutch the doll to me, and think how I’d never realized before that the many guys asian who don’t have rape in their hearts aren’t so bad. I was too judgmental in my past, and maybe I they were right and I was cold. Perhaps it’s time I gave in to someone suitable and settled down. It’s not like I’ll be allowed back onto combat duty when I can’t shoot male aggressors, so faced with the necessity of a new career anyway, the idea of a quiet life raising a family isn’t even abhorrent to me anymore. Skirting these citizens my route takes me past the entrance to the kind of bar I would once have called seedy. Its front is open to the station mezzanine. A video screen streams news, with the sound muted so patrons can hear the bar music. The news ticker says, “Jasmeena declared the winner of the Rape Run after Leesha, Ja-Alixxe and Melena de Santo disqualified.” Then there’s a shot of a heavily robed and veiled woman, raising her hands to wave at a crowd. Jasmeena I presume, looking very different to the woman I last saw being torn apart by Jackran-ad-aktar. I look down from the screen, and back to the bar. A group of men hangs around outside, lounging back on chairs and laughing raucously. Guys on shore leave. They’re dressed in oily overalls – probably crew from one of the freighters. These are the bottom of the food chain as far as space crew go, but I can’t help smile at their loud humor. One of them notices me and exclaims to his friends, “Holy God… Look! There’s Melena de Santo.” Blushing, I’m trying to hurry away before the attention of all of them turns to me, but already he calls, “Stop, Melena.” I do stop, and politely I turn to see what he wants. The man is middle aged, fat and japan overweight. Hardly a great physical specimen, but a man. He’s sitting in a chair, looking up at me. His gaze is blatantly obvious in the way he leers up and down my body. I remind myself he’s twink only reacting the way any heterosexual guy does when presented with a beautiful, underdressed woman. All the same the instinct of the former virgin is to hide myself, and I cross an arm over my chest to hide the obvious swelling of my breasts. Fat man opens his knees, slapping one large thigh. “Don’t be shy, Melena. Come sit here,” he calls. His friends are passing derisive comments about his total lack of success with women, fully expecting me to walk away. I don’t like anyone getting bullied, so I’m pleased to see surprise on a few faces as I take my place, sitting on his vast leg, and I look calmly about the circle. From amongst them I see they have a woman in their number, a rather mannish blonde with short cropped hair and a hard face. The big guy seems as surprised as they do that I Solo took the offered seat, and he rather uncertainly slips an arm round me, which feels massive in comparison to my slender back. “Sweet mercy,” one of his friends says reverentially. “She’s even more beautiful in real life,” and blushing I shrink back against the fat man, seeking his protection. A part of me didn’t seem to want him touching me, and I didn’t want the bare skin of my slim legs sitting on his overweight ones. I licked my spicy lips, savoring the flavor of her pussy as all the boys cheered: “POP THAT CHERRY!” I tapped on the door. I couldn't believe how tight she was as I slowly tried to enter her wet pussy it took close to ten minutes before i finally was able to hit bottom.She had several more orgasms before I flipped her over on her stomach and we did it doggy style. “How, what do you want me to do?” I find myself looking at Marsha wondering if there might asian be a spark that could turn into a flame which could turn into a roaring fire. I groaned, my toes curling in my japan shoes, my pussy clenching as the velvety heat gripped my futa-cock. Amanda hears the clicks as they snap a picture. Her tongue parted my folds. Gwen's father Don has Ella riding his cock on the sofa. She slowed down, and leaned forward, putting her head over his. Another orgasm swelled in me. I... I slip inside of you and you slide all the way down until your sitting on me. I look down and realize you still have on the strap-on. Some people, both men and women, experience it for a twink few weeks after their first time doing anal. Valarie broke the kiss, her dark eyes dazed. Her pussy was in full view just two feet away from David's eyes. She kissed me with a warm developing passion then said “Very close Karl, until I can face the world alone.” She kissed me again then got off my lap, lifting off the cock lodged in her. "Stop it. I had her sit across from me while I Solo straightened her panties, a pale blue silky material, and held them up to admire. Have them put their collars on and bring them to me. Also, find Dave and Marsha’s daughter, I toy think her name is Sandy.