Again, she moaned. Spank my ass again. She pleaded, her own hands cupping her breasts and massaging the sensitive buds between her thumbs and index fi...ngers. He obliged and let his other hand do the honors, the slap resounding throughout the room once more and earning him a soft moan from her mouth. He continued to spank her for a minute, each hard clap against her ass receiving a whimper and groan of praise from her lips and a throbbing sensation from his hardened dick. Who knew the bitch loved. Closer than before, she could smell his sweat, feel the heat leaping from his body. She reached out to steady herself, an instinctive gesture, but her hand met with his shoulder, and a jolt shot through her like static shock. When he looked up, she searched his eyes, he hadn’t felt it. She was sure of that, but he reached for her anyway, took her hand and steadied her, rose to his feet and made sure she was okay. ‘Do I… know you?’ he questioned, his look quizzical. She shook her head. Her. I jogged away before any stray hive member saw me. It was a half hour before I heard the screams. I changed directions as the shots rang out and then explosions.I knew the Cariss would be calling for more troops and moved to a low bluff. I could see back the way I had come and saw a huge cloud of smoke. I shook my head, “Wrong thing to do.”An approaching shuttle fired missiles to one side of the smoke. The forest shuddered as it was ripped apart by explosions. I waited until the shuttle was on. Our neighbor's name was Blanche, fifty-one years old. A former classical pianist, she apologized for her very frequent piano playing. She was a widow without a family. Her brother lived in another state and she has no other family. They talked for a while, exchanging pleasantries, and Blanche demonstrated a favorable state of mind, becoming very interested in us, a still newlywed couple. She continually paid Paula sincere compliments on her pretty looks and she was sure that we were happy.