"Sir, it is possible that despite their advanced ship capabilities, they do not have hyper communications as yet." Perhaps," the captain agreed. "That... may be why we have never had any contact with them before now." Are we sure they are human?" the first officer wondered."Sir," the sensor operator said, "as I continue to analyze the data, they are human at the very least." As long as they are not of the 'nightmare race'," the captain said with a shudder."That I am sure of. They are not. They are. I had decided my goal was to get one of them out of their clothes before the school year ended. Mr. J seemed like the easy option. ‘Mr. J?’ my hand shot up about halfway into my last hour of the week. ‘Yes Courtney?’ Mr. J approached my desk as his eyes skimmed my body. ‘I’m still not quite getting this last section of the review packet. I was wondering if you had time after school to help me out with it,’ I bit my lip and ran my finger up and down the open collar of my shirt, ‘I really can’t. He'll believe you. He believed it the last time with Mom." No, I..." she started, but the seed had been sown. Yes, she would much prefer Dan, but he had been reluctant, as much as eliminating himself from consideration. Who else could there be? It was certain that Trent would not be willing to contribute his sperm via a sperm bank. He would certainly want it the same way as Dan had described. But ... she was confused."You want it Marsha and we both know it. I'm getting into your pants tonight. " Bouncy-bounce!" she squeaked, and my cock dropped a little glob of precum onto her busy fingers."That's not going to get you out of a spanking," Shayla told her. "It was our asses that made his cock angry. Look at it." Yes," Robin agreed, slowing her stokes and softening her tone of voice. "It's hot, and straining, and it's pumping my hand. Poor cock." We need to make it happy," Shayla announced. "We need to jack his cock while he spanks us."I started slapping Robin's ass, and she jacked.