Rosie has pale white skin, is 5'3", with a curvy figure. She usually wears tight black jeans and a belt with studs on it. Rosie almost always has some... band name scrawled across her chest. Her band shirts are usually too big for her so Rosie takes a hair tie, knots it in the back, and tightens up the fit, often revealing her pierced belly button. To finish it off she sometimes cuts a V in the neck of her shirt to reveal a little cleavage. Rosie can almost always be found in the lounge, listening. Elegant wasn’t quite the right word. There was a quality of aloofness that added to her feminine allure. It said this was not a woman to make a casual pass at. ‘Hello, Jeff, are you enjoying the event?’ I was a writer. A nearly fifty year old divorced writer, to be more exact. I had grown up in an academic family with a respect for learning, so libraries and librarians fitted into my world view of goodness. ‘Just getting some of my donation back in a glass.’ I smiled at her and she laughed with. My cock was throbbing; the purple bulbous end angry with desire lay in wait for his prize. Still holding my hand over her mouth I plunged my cock deep inside her, ramming him fully to the very depths of her inner warmth. Sara gasped beneath my hand, slowly but rhythmically I began to embed my cock into her. Unable to cry out she felt stifled of breath as I banged him into her harder and harder. Released her mouth for a moment but now held her down with both hands as I continued to fuck her. .. was made a receptionist at a small office on an unimportant world. She hadn't minded. She was part of something bigger, part of a world that said she was needed.When the temple vanished, when Sarah had shown up in that small deserted office and told her she had humans with her, Hedva moved all her loyalties to her.In the month she had lived with the humans, as they first set up their settlement on this holy world, she had stood back from them. Looked on in awe as Sarah talked to them like a.