He could feel their rough texture, and his digits didn’t pass through her like they would a ghost. She had a physical form that he could interact wi...th. Interesting... He held up the slip of paper and saw that there was an address written on it in looping, calligraphic text.“Go to this place,” Nahash explained, the glow of his monitor reflecting off her ashen complexion in the gloom. “Set out by the stroke of seven tomorrow morning. Walk briskly, but do not hurry. Buy a coffee and a donut on. Actually, it looked like the TV remote. Rex was role-playing. “Oh, God. You think this is a real camera. It’s just a toy. Don’t you and Karl do any role-playing, sex games at all?” Rex tossed the camera against the wall and it bounced like the plastic/rubber toy it was. He put it back on the table, saying, “No film in the camera, but let’s have some fun.” So Rex likes to play games. OK. I will play along. I reiterated my whim to claim Rex's long pole as my own. I asked the pretend. Tell me where to look."Jenny grabbed my arm and pointed. "Son of a bitch! The resemblance is amazing! If I didn't know better, I'd think that we were back on Earth! Let's land as close as we can and get some pictures, at least."We landed and put on our space suits. We took along a digital camera in a special rig that let us take pictures even while we wore our spacesuit gloves. I took several pictures with Jenny standing near the carving for scale. We walked close to the carvings, and I noticed. At the end of each 'up' she allowed her palm to rise over the top so that the fleshy mound opposite the base of the thumb brushed over my throbbing cock top, then with a swirling circular motion she lowered, ever so slowly, her closed palm down so that her closed fingers pressed on and then brushed the cock top and eye before the hand began its slow 'down' stroke. At the top of every stroke, she allowed a dribble of saliva to splatter onto my cock so that she could massage into my throbbing.