It's torture knowing that you and Carol do things. I nearly flipped out when she came back last night with your stuff all over her. You two are so luc...ky to be able to do things like that." Which would you prefer to do Donna: keep doing our morning run, or go back to my room and letting me suck your nipples."Running rapidly back to our house I couldn't help laughing at Donna's effusive "Thank yous."In my room I got Donna to take her T-shirt off - ONLY her T-shirt - and to lay on my bed with her. He gasped and looked up at her in surprise. She stepped in and with her left hand, reached down and cupped his hardness, eliciting another gasp and a shudder from the poor teenager. "And definitely this!" He stared down at her hand as it rubbed his boner, and slowly looked up. He grinned slowly and and began to palm her tit. With growing confidence, he boldly grabbed and massaged it, thumbing her nipple quite expertly. "Ohhhh! Nice, George! I like THAT!" She continued to massage his hard cock. "Why didn't you tell me to shut up?" Because I liked your vocalizations," He answered. "Don't you see, they were perfect for the camera."They certainly were, I thought to myself.His leg brushed up against my bare thigh, reminding me that I wasn't wearing any clothing below my chest. I remembered I was bottomless. Peter asked me to stay that way. He said that if I left my lower half exposed it might get him excited enough to fuck me again. I naturally agreed.Peter was also bottomless. He was. The doorway was there but no one dared to open it. The years went by and those of us that found it, those that still live, wonder yet what is inside and yet the door stays unopened. The world has walked through our park viewed the ship, touched its surface and yet never opened its door. Are we content in our ignorance? We must be. Are we that willing to not to face our fears? It must be so. I am the last of those who found the ship so many years ago, now old myself and ashamed of what we people.