“Do it!” she urged. “Cum for me! Cum on my fucking face! I want a huge fucking load of spunk on me! Fucking swamp my face!”“Best close your ...eyes,” I told her, wanking hard and aiming high. “Things could get messy!”Kim took my advice. “The messier the better,” she breathed. “It’s what a dirty whore like me craves! Do it! Do it now! Cum all over my face!”It was clear that she was working up to a climax herself, the way she was fingering her clit. But I was ahead of her. The spunk was boiling in. I can’t walk around in my flight suit all day.”“I wish I could say the same,” he grumbled, turning back to the window. “We’re supposed to wear our uniforms for the duration of our stay, we’re representing the UNN, after all.”He was starting to see other Valbarans for the first time, pedestrians walking about on the twisting paths below, some on foot and some riding scooters. They wore colorful clothes, resembling flowing shirts and tunics, with shorts of varying lengths. Not one of them. He unhooked the tire from Cumulus and took the harness off, then gave him a quick pet and a treat.They walked slowly up to the house. Cumulus hopped up on the couch on the porch for a nap; that had become his bed, since he much preferred it there than in the nest in the hanger. Mark went inside and poured himself a glass of tea as Jackie came out of the bathroom. "You thinking about taking a tow this afternoon?" she asked."I don't think so," Mark said. "It's calm out there, and it just looks as. My parents didn’t read, write, or speak English. They learned to speak it but it was very hard for them. We were very poor and lived out in the country. My father was a mechanic and worked on equipment that was used in orange groves. He was a good mechanic but it is hard on the hands and on your body. He aged a lot in just a few short years. My mother cleaned houses. I’d help her out on weekends. I learned to read and write but we couldn’t afford books so I would walk to the library. I’d read.