She was only a year younger than he was, being 19 years old. She had soft brown hair that ended at her shoulders, and a rather attractive figure, thou...gh nothing spectacular either. "How've you been?" Greg asked after giving her a quick kiss. "Oh, fine" she responded, sitting down comfortably at the table, acocky grin on her face. "Remember what we were talking about yesterday?" she grinned at Greg. He frowned, trying to remember just what they had been talking about, but before he could. Soft breasts pressing into my back told me that it was a woman, and a husky voice said that she was a friend of Marilyn’s, so not to be surprised. I certainly was surprised, but I was also lost in the sensations going through my cock as she expertly stroked and rubbed it and my balls. I wanted to turn round but she stopped me and continued her massage until I was as hard as I can remember. Then she knelt down, let me turn and took my cock into her hungry mouth. A hand clutched my bum and. Of course he had often gone hunting while on Earth, but it was always his skill against that of the game he was pursuing. He never shot a deer or any other animal that had no chance of escaping him. More important still, once a hunted animal was wounded, he always made it a point of honour to hunt it down so that it would not die suffering from its wound. Leaving a wounded animal to suffer was not his way, even if it met tracking it down for several hours.Never had he killed a man in cold. She then did something I hadn't seen her do before. She wrinkled her nose and blinked her eyes. It was sooo cute.The restaurant itself was rustic in appearance with a well trampled wood floor that gave it a nice atmosphere. Like something out of the late 1800's. A great place to have a meal with someone you love. Did I just think that?After paying the bill, I gave the keys back to Cat, then took her hand as we walked back to her car. With the air warming up Cat decided to put the car top.