As we began to recover, catching our breath, heart rates returning to normal, Rick slowly slid his thumb out of me. I gasped and tensed involuntarily,... flexing my cock inside of his wife and tightening my anus as his thumb slid free.She cried out at the sensation of my cock leaping one last time inside of her, as I turned to Rick. “Jesus, Rick! Usually I make a guy at least buy me dinner before I let him do that.”They all laughed, and Rick gave my balls one last squeeze before backing away.. Another host, in another time, had a sports hobby of riding a ... something like a surfboard from orbit. He wasn’t a host for long, but the memory of the experience had stayed with Al for eons. The surfboard was nothing more than a mass of super efficient solar cells collecting photons. The charged photons energized a reactor that powered a jet.That ‘surfboard’ wouldn’t do what he needed, but the concept added to bits and pieces of other technology from a myriad other memories, both experienced. It had the perfect combination of rock and brick, reaching up two stories. I sat inside the lounge room now, on a large grey sofa, with my school books strewn out on the coffee table in front of me. Mr. Cooper had been tutoring me for a couple of months now, on Tuesdays and Fridays for a few hours. He was my English teacher. I’m 16 years old, and looking to play for a major league netball team, but had to get my grades up before my parents would let me go out on my own. Because of my netball. Mallory wasn't sure what she wanted to do with that. She was interested in the antlers, but not the rest of the head. Bob said he'd tell her about the options for that later.An hour after that, with filthy, bloody clothing abandoned everywhere, the hunting party was skinny dipping.Bob didn't even make them be quiet. They already had a deer, after all.Another thing that Bob found both amazing and interesting, was that there was relatively little hanky panky while they splashed in the pond.There.