Her sweet lips opened as she rubbed up and down coating me with her juices while we kissed. There was a hunger in her kiss as she placed her hands on ...my cheeks. She seemed to not get enough.I had my hands around her waist and was moving them up and down her back and cupped her beautiful ass while she continued to use me for her pleasure. She was aggressive, the longer she slid up and down the harder she pressed into me. I broke away from her kiss and rolled her on her side. Panting and confused. I messed up my nail polish the first time Tracey applied it as I wantedto touch it before it had dried but after cleaning it all off again Traceyhelped me to apply it myself for the first time.Next Tracey gave me a pair of pom-poms and said it was time I started tolearn to be a cheerleader. As I said before Tracey was the localcheerleading coach so I was in good hands as she stood behind me andguided my moves like a puppet master with a puppet.Tracey had me pose in various positions as she. She crawled under the wet tarpaulin. At least it supplied some respite from the wind and rain. The rain beat on the tarpaulin in random rhythms as the wind took it in waves. Lightning flashed across the sky followed by a loud crack. It was dry underneath, but the wet clothes and the cold were getting to be too much for her. Shivering constantly she thought of her home planet, a warmer and far more pleasant place than this hellhole. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, and clamped her teeth. ”“You will have more when we leave. We can give you supplies. And, if we catch a pirate ship we will give you much of what we find on it.”What they really needed was better tools and more food. I’d seen a wooden hoe or adze somewhere. They were probably using it as a gardening tool. If they had better tools they could grow more food. They would eat better, be healthier, and have more children live to adulthood. We really had no tools to spare, but we could give them some food.That was about it.