He hangs up, and they are on their way. I can’t imagine what men talk about, especially if the stranger knows he will be in my bed and be able to pu...t his cock inside me, until he releases. I get out of bed and pull on my see-through nighty, everything must show, the whiteness of my flawless skin, nude and inviting, as I walk in front, back up the stairs in front of this man, staring at my buttocks and thigh gap, what man could resist that sight. I put my hand between my thighs, my wetness tells. That night I didn’t go back to my house as per usual, but took the chance, with the help of my best friends in staying over at his place. We walked in and I went straight to his stereo and turned on some music. I started dancing while he took a seat in front of me watching my every move, like a predator does his prey…I felt so sexy and in control. If it was possible I got even more turned on, and apparently so was he, judging by his growing bulge. I started stripping out of my dress and. Exuberant with unrestrained enthusiasm, Angela started dancing to the music. Jonas turned up the volume and “Who’s Your Daddy?” blasted out of the surround sound speakers. The shameless female exhibitionist deliberately flaunted her feminine charms.Jonas’ eyes watched in mesmerized fascination as his daughter danced, whirled, and pranced seductively. Her long, flowing, dark hair whipped around each time she twisted and wiggled her hips. The unbuttoned, long-hemmed, man’s shirt billowed out. Were these ships coming to meet us the dregs of their fleet, relegated to patrol duty? Or were they their elite, the ones kept ready at all times? I figured that the simple fact that they were coming out to meet us answered that. If they were older and slower ships only good for patrolling for smugglers, they wouldn’t be coming to meet a fleet of fifty ships.Once we were only a half-mile or so apart, I sent up “BK”, a space, and “1UP” on one signal halliard and “2F” on the other. That was “All.