Even though the idea was faintly troubling, Wakeman smiled at the thought. There was order in empire, a mild comfort to be had from the stability of o...rdered thought… Wasn’t that the very essence of medicine… and of the modern? Sitting behind the wing he watched as a bewildering variety of surfaces sprouted and shaped the air outside his window, slowed the huge Boeing as it settled toward rubber-streaked concrete somewhere in the mists below. He turned and looked at Tracy Tomlinson beside him,. A good half hour must have passed before either of us said a word. I was the one who broke the silence. ‘Andrea, my love,’ I said softly, ‘I must be going or there’ll be no excuse my wife will accept.’ ‘Yes,’ she said and paused, ‘I’d forgotten that you’re married.’ ‘As are you,’ I added. ‘I had actually forgotten that you know but,’ she paused, ‘but I wish we weren’t. This has been so good I feel greedy. I want it all the time.’ ‘Well, we agreed that this would not be a one night stand. You. It was absurd to watch this creature act human, grinding its granite muscles together as it walked and posed before me…I could only think it needed to impress me with its ‘alien-ness’ and, quite frankly, I was far too tired and pissed to care if it was about to vaporize me or shove its basalt cock in my asshole. ‘Listen, chuckles,’ I said, stepping forward and around Supergirl’s body. I ran a hand over the soft blue fabric of her leotard, partly like a buyer inspecting the goods, but partly to. “Oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” she shriekedI began pounding her ass with reckless abandon. She was on sensory overload and could do nothing else as I went to town on that hot, muscular little bum of hers “Fuck me! FUCK MY ASS!” Olivia howled. My pace picked up due to this outburst of hers.Olivia lost control of her arms and collapsed down leaving her ass pointing into the air making it even easier to fuck her tender little hole.Her face was buried in a pillow and I could barely her cries of.