“Oh, really, like chicken? Well that’s the crew of the Thorne saved then.” Then she looked serious for a moment, deadly serious. “That’s the... trouble though Jamie, they had food, water, shelter and technology. There’s nothing wrong with the Thorne. Transports have quantum voice communicators, they always have, even the early ones.” He knew she was right, it troubled him too. Why were there no further transmissions? “Astrid, you are right, I know it. I’m the ship’s tactical officer, getting us. "Hello, Hello come in" she said smiling."You can leave your clothes in the next room, Haley will give you tag for them" What?" I replied"Give Haley your clothes, and she will give you a tag so you get them back later" repeated Bridget.I looked at Veronica and she looked at me back and then we stepped into the next room.Haley a short brunette girl with a heavy tan greeted us in her Bra and Panties."Hello there just give me your clothes, I'll take care of them" she smiledSo me and my wife started. It was slightly magical, but by the time I was stroking the rigid shaft, I was becoming a little nervous about its size. It was far bigger and thicker than my ex-husbands, and I was wondering if I would be able to take such a size.Greg was starting to soap my breasts, my blonde hair was bedraggled over my shoulders, my pussy was alive, but as yet untouched."Let's go to bed, we'll dry off, and you can make love to me."Two fluffy towels later, I lay on the bed, with Greg beside me."Greg, I must. There was lots of moaning and groaning and slurping. The womaneating her pussy started to run her fingers in to her wet hole and thenup in to her anus. The little screen projected a very muted light into the cubicle,kind of hazy, smoky dimness that softened the lines of my body. Icaught myself running my hands over the wet crotch of my panties, myskirt bunched up around my thighs. I was hot as a firecracker! I became so absorbed in rubbing my pussy, I lost track of the movieand my.