"Don't go anywhere, either of you," she called. "Carlos, we have to get down now. Bernard, you fly us. Let's move, we're running out of daylight down ...there." A moment," said Igwanda. To both of their astonishment he drew his laser and deliberately scorched the side of one of the landers near the airlock. "We will take that one," he said, holstering his weapon and moving through the airlock. Meiersdottir and Shaw followed, mouths still agape."What was that all about?" asked Shaw."Get us moving,. It was framed by the infamous yellow crotch-less lace panties. “Did I miss any spots shaving?” Her head was between her slightly spread legs, the position seeming perfectly comfortable to her somehow, her hands on her ankles. He pulled the panties apart, examining it thoroughly with first his eyes, then his fingers. “Looks and feels smooth to me, you did an excellent job! Let’s see how it tastes now.” He moved over and pat the bed where he had been sitting, where she leaned back onto a. He made sure to get to the strip club after her that way no one would know the two of them were together. It was Carrie's idea to dance during amateur night at Jiggly's, a local strip club. She felt wet and slutty being on display in front of so many men. In her wilder days in school she had been gang fucked at parties on a couple of occasions, but for some reason this was different. Fucking came natural to everyone, just let your genitals do the talking. Dancing was different. It wasn't. "Aren't you ever going swimming?" She asked. "We've had the pool for amonth now."Tom could only think to himself: "With you unknowingly telling me tokill myself since I was 8, I'd probably use my cat door stop as aweight to drown myself if I went in." What he said to her; however,was: "Maybe sometime."As he went to the computer to work on his newest web story, he thoughthow last Christmas his mother kept commenting the shorts she got himwas from the men's department. A tear ran down his face..