Final refuge of the damned, and pitstop for the drunk.Both parties were represented, but the latter were way ahead in numberswhen the three girls ente...red, slightly the worse for wear themselves. Theplace was bustling, and a dull roar of shouted and slurred conversationswas hanging at ear height. They made their way up to the counter mostlyunnoticed, apart from the odd conspiratorial nudge and nod in theirdirection, mostly by guys who were facing the prospect of going homealone. They made their. She smirked slightly, almost curtseyed to her unwavering audience (me) and began to gently bite and suck on her lower lip. Then her eyes drifted so quickly to the tent in my trousers, it felt like it never happened. She walked slowly, her hips swinging seductively and she lowered herself divinely onto the seat. Her legs spread wider this time and as the bus lumbered forward, she sank deeper into the seat and almost angled herself towards me. Still ignoring me, she raised one toned leg onto the. They had lived in peace for so long they’d forgotten there were people in the universe who’d want what they had.“Osgar, you have done an outstanding job. This planet will make a perfect home for us for a million cycles and the people will make excellent, peaceful slaves. From here we can increase the size of our fleet and conquer this entire section of the galaxy. What’s more, we’re far enough away from our old home that we won’t have to deal with our ancient enemies the Zaxdor or the Wbprng. Neither of them seemed to notice the door opening."Oh, er, sorry..." Sandra muttered. She hesitated at the door, and then decided that it was her room, so she had a right to be there. This, together with the way the school worked, meant she felt quite content in slipping in and sitting down in a corner to watch. The dirty blond girl was actually facing towards the door, but her eyes were closed as she moved her body up and down, her legs wide open, on the sides of the boy's hips...giving Sandra.