After that, Louise couldn't count them anymore, as the fire and the crying crowded everything else out of her mind.Finally as she cried and cried, dis...tantly she realized that she wasn't being strapped anymore. A few moments after that, Janet tugged on her arm, dragging her back to her feet. Her hands instantly flew behind her to her bottom and she shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to another. After a few seconds of this she could hear Janet's voice piercing through her. The Silver Goddess had not yet risen from her sleep. The Silver One's favored, Misty Dawn, her old bones protesting against such abuse, shambled wearily along the rutted trail, alone as always. She wanted to be at the village market early. This was when the best offerings of the marketers were normally laid out before them.Though old and tired the woman possessed an ethereal beauty. Withered and battered by time and excess, her body ached to the marrow of her bones; there were times when only. Entaran people apparently had no pubic hair, as she was totally bald over her pubic region, with no sign of hair removal being done. Her hips were nicely flared out, giving her a curvy, hourglass shape. Treena helped him out of his clothes, Greg felt his cock swelling, his cock was 2 inches longer than its usual 8 inches, and it felt as hard as a length of steel pipe. He relished the idea of this kind of inter-planetary contact, Treena was as hot for him as he was for her, and his cock was. I took a slow, deep breath.“Hand me that towel, Julie, above your head.”She looked up and reached for the corner of the towel that hung over the side of the shelf above her.And pulled.She must have felt the extra weight, I sensed a momentary hesitation, but she had already pulled it too far. She saw the shape of the hairdryer as it teetered precariously on the edge for a second, unable to make up its mind, before tumbling over, like a graceful diver.A memorable image from a Stanley Kubrick film.