Long, blonde hair in soft curls, beautiful face with soft, red lips and clear blue eyes. A slim figure, well trained as well. Her curves undulated fro...m head to toe, bursting with femininity and youth. She didn’t look any different now than she’d done when she’d turned fifteen. Her full breasts strained the fabric of her clinging ship’s suit.But she was older than she looked. This caused a bit of problems when she dealt with her human crewmates. She was older than them, but looked far younger.. She withdrew into herself; the touching stopped and she didn't snuggle or cuddle anymore. Any attempt at intimacy on my part was met by actual, physical withdrawal — she would flinch and move away from me.When the doctor cleared her to engage in sex again she surprised me by moving out of our bedroom. I came home one night to find that she had moved everything of hers, right down to the last bobby pin, into the spare bedroom. When I asked her why all she would say was that she needed her. All that night I could not get the images of what I had seen out of my head. To make things worse, I kept imagining that I could hear the creaking of the old wooden horse coming from her bedroom at intervals throughout the night and early morning hours which was driving me crazy, because I could not be entirely sure that the sounds were real, or just a figment of my inflamed imagination.Finally, I drifted off into a restless sleep, only to awaken at about ten the following morning. Breakfast. A battled that Daniellehappily lost and the feeling she loved so much returned.Katie was in heaven, her fingers buried deep between her thighs anotherhand stretched across her tight breasts each stroke bringing more and morepleasure. She knew she would not be able to contain herself for much longand as she continued to finger her moist pussy the first moan escaped fromher lips.As Danielle copied the same actions of her friend she was suddenly aware ofthe pressure building from within. A.