Two hostesses who were watching exchanged startled looks as he led me to another lift. On the third floor we stepped out into a corridor lined with pa...nelled doors.'Guest suites, ' murmured Agustín. 'Señor Martínez is using one at the moment. It's more convenient.' He knocked gently on one of the doors and we went in. Juan Martínez was sitting in an armchair, immaculately dressed. Instead of a jacket he was wearing a silk dressing-gown and looked like a tired, diminutive Noel Coward.'Alex.' He. He told her he was about to cum and she locked her heels on his ass cheeks to hold him inside her as his nuts emptied it's contents into her unprotected cunt. Her legs eventually fell to the floor. She was completely limp, he pulled his cock out of her and on wobbly legs he stepped back. God damn he said, then he stumbled back to his seat and plopped down. I look back to my poor wife,. She was still laying there with her legs wide open, her pussy lips where leaking his cum from between them. I. The Betans had smoothed the field surrounding the blockhouse and put in a bunch of pillboxes equipped with machine guns. I still didn't know why they didn't use stun guns, which would have been much more effective against us.Anyway, we used our previous tactics against the pill boxes and scored the same results. It appeared that the Betan AI was no better than the Alphan AI. The AI just couldn't cope with a multitude of targets.The guns on the blockhouse, itself, were doing a better job of. First on her side, my mind shivering as I felt that amazing dip down into her waist, then the flaring of her hip. Then up, caressing her belly and feeling a slight quiver. Her hips were moving slowly, back and forth before an almost rocking motion.As my fingers finally reached her mound, I felt her thighs open up wider and her closest thigh moved up and over mine. Her thighs were wide open, and I knew she was wanting this as much as I did. I let my fingers however play with her a bit longer..