My cock stirred in anticipation. Then she dragged herself forward, rubbing her wet pussy against my body, leaving a small trail of her juice on my abd...omen and chest. Soon, her muff was an inch from my face. She knelt with her legs on my arms preventing me from moving easily, which was also a turn on, but knowing that I was strong enough to throw her off when the time came.I moved my head forward extending my tongue. The tip could just barely reach her labia. I looked up and saw her smiling as. My limited mission was connecting those humans who communicated with the other species populating Earth to the main defensive effort directed by Central Command.Time compression also disguised how dangerous, boring and dirty the mission was. Africa is not a land of uneducated savages. Capetown isn't Baltimore! On the other hand, dropping a naked white man from the sky on an African village is a very bad idea. I wore swim trunks for my mission. We humans are social animals and that means. I smiled and replied, “They are just as crazy about you too Divya”.She was hesitating about something and finally asked, “Did you mean what you said, Sweta”. “About what?” I asked. “About liking me, and loving me”, she said, “Only my two uncles love me so much and we only met today so I was wondering if -“.I could not believe that a girl that sexy can be so insecure. I sat beside her and replied, “Divya, you are the sexiest girl I ever saw. So I do love you a lot”. She did not seem to believe. Our content ranging from light, verbal illustrations of favorite sights, and of sex. Sex, by most peoples standards, but to them it was much more, a void filling chance to share something very personal and fulfilling. I was writing a story about a fantasy of my own desires, Sara was an inspiration to me, keeping the passion I needed alive, spiriting my creativity.The emails we exchanged the previous day were at a new level. Knowing the chances of us getting together were remote, yet possible. I.