My friend here,” (and he indicates the dark giant) “is engineering officer Ker Armando.” “Pleased to meet you.” I say primly. “Hey guys,” greets Hoola with a wave from the fringes. “Can we buy you two beautiful ladies a drink?” the olive-skinned Gork asks me. He has to lean in close to be heard over the music, and his breath smells strange – not unpleasant, just different. “Why would you want to do that?” I reply. I genuinely don’t understand. Gaianesian women don’t buy alcohol for each other. And the drones socialize by themselves, doing whatever drones do when they’re not working. “You’re our guests,” Gork explains with an amused smile. “When someone is as beautiful as you are, you don’t need credits.” Really? For something that took me no effort and is purely down to my genetics, we get given gifts? I look to Hoola for a cue, and she seems to be expecting this adorable offer, so I agree. Gork gets up and makes alluring for the bar. In the interval we try to hold a conversation with the giant alien, who’s much quieter than his friend. I’ve already discovered Hoola can disarm anyone though, and before long she’s found out that Pride of Torconi has shipped technical equipment to Gaianesia. It has a japanese crew of fifteen – thirteen male and two female. Gork, Ker and the two women are off duty this evening, but he hairy pussy says the two women don’t like coming to the bars in the enclave and have stayed on board. “Why not?” I ask. “They masturbating think this place is a meat market,” he states firmly. I shake my head. It seems unlikely that a bar that’s good enough for Gaianesian women might be deemed unsuitable by offworld females. It’s more likely their women feel inferior in our presence. But the men wouldn’t understand that. Gork returns with four tumblers of a bright blue liquid. He carefully selects the two he places in front of Hoola and I. “Delsich Fire Spirit” he informs us. “Be careful. It’s strong.” I’ve never heard of it before and we both sip cautiously. It does taste very alcoholic, but no worse than some of the distilled liquors I’m familiar with from Gaianesia. The drink produces a very fiery burn at the back of my throat though. “Best to knock it back in one go before the taste builds up, like this,” Gork tells us, demonstrating with his tumbler. I’m willing to be led by their cultural knowledge, and copy him. Alcohol hits me like a wall, but has the benefit of quickly rendering me relaxed and uninhibited. Conversation begins to flow more freely. I held alluring her breast gently in my hands and kissed her big rubbery nipple. I went to wash my hands adorable and found there to be no soap in any of the dispensers. “She does sound like she needs it, son,” a friendly guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. “Oh! I was willing and able in no time. I continued to fantasize about her, even though she had been gone for several months, but now, all of a sudden, she started to visit me at school, and the first time she visited, she walked right up to me in class and hugged me. I was shocked to see her and it made me uncomfortable, but she was a former student, and my former students visited me a lot. I was in hog heaven. hairy pussy Down in the living room, masturbating we found Elise, Lorraine, and her muscular demigods. Most guys she said were still so immature it was laughable japanese and some girls had turned to their BFF’s to hang with and some to sleep with but nearly all of them had experimented with some G on G at some time. She shivered, then she knelt beside her roommate—or was Marissa Linda's actual girlfriend?—and rubbed Marissa's stomach. The urine rushed into the bucket for a full minute or so. She couldn’t take any more of it. I needed love but he was pumping me with his animalistic lust, which made me slip. The ladies laughed. Then the voice returned, the stranger, "Sweetling, how could I tire of you, my pet? Don’t do this! He held his breath, awaiting her answer. Kate said, “Just do it. I finished straightening my clothes and grabbed my shopping bag. “Okay…” Lacy whispered to herself, leaning up and wetting her lips with her tongue, her eyes downcast now, focusing entirely on Layla’s black cock, her lips finding the pre-leaking tip and parting ever so slightly, her eyes closing as she pressed her shoulders down.