"Hi there, I'm Aika," she introduced herself, then leaned up to give me a quick peck on the mouth. In a split second, I took in her features. Barely t...opping 5 feet, she was a hyperactive sprite constantly bouncing. She smiled as if it were the most comfortable position for her face to be in. Her chest was only slightly above the A-cup level, but on her very petite body it jutted out rather well in the baby T-shirt she wore. "We met last night in case you forgot."Like I could ever forget last. As the quartet of teens leaves the room, more boys come to the door, but Tracey jumps up and gently pushes it closed. She scrunches down on the floor next to Christine who is just beginning to recover her breath. “Wow! He shot it right down my throat!” Christine finally manages to gasp out. “Yeah, that wasn’t fair!” Tracey consoles her, still blinking her own irritated right eye. “No, but it was pretty fucking hot!” Christine replies. “Yeah, actually it was!” Tracey readily agrees; the two. I know my breasts were jiggling and bouncing slightly as I approached them barefoot, and that they undoubtedly would notice the shine on the insides of my thighs from the cum still leaking from my pussy. I gave a slight smile at the consideration of all that.Tim was the one to greet me, first, so I grabbed his hand. “Where are we going?”“Back out there. We had a problem that we solved but that led to another problem.”Carlos was curious, “What problems are you referring to?”“Well, first it was. "How come you never acted like that with us?"Yvette answered immediately. "Because he doesn't have to. You already treat him with more respect than Philippe will ever give me. And with far more love too." She sighed a little as we watched Philippe review the choices at the replicator. "I could hear a couple of the marines near me questioning the procedure James used to find you. They have seen so many pickups that they are jaded about it and actually encourage men to take women for test drives.