I don’t normally go to bars to pick up ... scary shark ladies.”“Scary?” Fish arched an eyebrow ridge. “Normally, people go for sexy.”Fight...ing the cyber-zombie with the grenade launcher arm was less embarrassing, Tiff thought as she let her head slowly drift down to bonk against the wooden top of the bar. “Sexero, sexeray...” She muttered, then looked up. “Listen, I’m new to this whole space thing.”“First trip out?” Fish asked, swinging her legs up under her and settling down on the bar next to. I was all the way down, his cock as deep into me as it could possibly go. Buried. Balls deep, literally.In this position, he had no leverage for thrusting, and he had my legs so far apart I didn't either. I leaned forward, so I could press my hands on his knees for leverage, pushed myself up off his cock, and let gravity pull me back down.He asked, again, "Where's my cock?"My voice surprised me -- it was slightly raspy, and at a lower pitch than usual. I managed to croak back at him, "Up my. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.PLEASE NOTE:To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store just across the street.The first floor has wives that love sex.The second floor has wives that love sex, have money and like beerThe third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.Poetic GolfIn My Hand I Hold A Ball,White And Dimpled, Rather Small.Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.By Its Size I Could Not Guess,The Awesome. This person was sleeping with his head towards the doorstep and his legs near about the passage which led to the toilet. It seemed to me that he was fast asleep, and his hand had just fallen from his head on my thigh. I didn’t react much to that, and even didn’t put his hand back at its proper place as I knew if I’d do that it would again fall back! A few moments later, I felt his hand crawling towards my crotch, very discreetly, so that neither I could detect it, nor the slumberous people near.