I was currently fucking April, one of the waitresses from the bar, and had had her over the night before for some serious fucking. I mean the works. B...lowjob 69 to start, fucking, and a nice cumshot into her furry little bush to end. After words we passed out, and April was up and out by 8am the next morning to go to class. I wake up to the phone ringing and its Laura. She's wanting to come over for a little lunch time sex. I remember telling her I was spent. It had been a long night at the. She was very confident. He didn't know her age even though he had all candidates details in front of him. He liked to form his own picture of the performing monkey, then check to see how accurate he was. Just his own game, but it alleviated some of his boredom. He guessed she was early 30's, 130 lbs, 5'8", C cup tits, natural brown hair, even though it was dyed black...shaved pussy, and had at least two tattoos. He guessed, she was a very good nurse, married, had one c***d, maybe. By now the sun had set and it was dark on the street. The mother/matron began drawing the blinds. “We go to sleep early in this house,” mother/matron said, “the ladies must say good night soon.” With that she left the room and I heard her go upstairs. Nothing much changed except I felt the unspoken tension increase as the ladies talked, mostly amongst themselves. There was a little more shifting and arranging and leg-showing going on now than had been all day, but nothing they would get in. ‘Oh for crying out load.’ He grumbled as he hit the side of his helmet as the bug started speaking in a series of grating hisses and clicks and what sounded like tongue clicks. ‘Hello, sorry to barge in without an invitation but we needed to make personal contact as soon as possible.’ He said hoping what he said came across better than what the bug had said. ‘Atherian, we need those translators updated NOW!’ He snarled into his com after the Palaricilon had jerked like he had gotten a serious.