I hear they'll be released about the time tulips start blooming in the Antarctic sunshine!"Here's the part you need to know, and the reason I'm callin...g on the scrambler. That damned bird delivered a metal cylinder with a printed message inside. It was a detailed position and status report on one Michael Hawthorne stranded on Siple Island, nearly out of supplies, who needed rescue!" Hell, no, chief. It was before our pilot took off from New Zealand to make the survey. It was a whole day. I found his hands holding my face, his eyes staring intently into mine, his dick tensing inside me. Then he began thrusting slowly, just hard enough to make my legs weak. I moaned and dug my nails into his back, throwing my head back onto the pillow. I brought my knees upwards, so his cock hit harder against my g-spot, and he grabbed my ass as I did. We stayed like that for a while, slowly, gently, quietly fucking. Until he realised the time. “Shit, we’ve got fifteen minutes.” He said, pulled. ’ I watched this stone giant step forward toward the glass, like the head of the Sphinx, with a Rock Monster body in blue steel trunks. 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. Without warning her mother blacked out, and lay there not moving. She could see her mother’s chest rising and falling and knew she wasn’t dead. But seeing her laying there disturbed her and she screamed, “OhGod, what happened?”Bill said, “Don’t worry. She will be just fine. She just got over excited, a little. Look she’s coming around.” Sarah was indeed beginning to stir. She sat up and asked, “What happened?” She felt a soreness in her crotch and smiled as she remembered what she and Bill had.