“Great. Take over the autopilot and touch me down somewhere with the highest probability for finding shelter,” instructed Elia, already lamenting the tribulations she would surely encounter down there on the surface. She reached down to the side of the seat and pushed back on the knurled knob that prompted the chair to recline automatically. Sufficiently comfortable, Elia kicked her feet up onto some inconsequential menagerie of bells and whistles – it’s not like she needed to know what all of them do, anyway – and reclined in the command deck seat that fit her shapely backside like a glove at this point, many years into their service together. “Wake me when we get there,” Elia began before pausing to deliver a sardonic punch to her order, “buddy.” That out of the way, she reached back behind her voluminous head of pastel pink hair, linked her fingers, and closed her eyes while relaxing into them. “Aye-aye, Ms. Espe– “ the ship A.I. stopped short. Elia opened one eye inquisitively for a moment to wait for the logical, calculating conclusion to her robotic companion’s response. None came. Most starship captains – especially ones flying solo, like Captain Elia Esperanza did – exchanged their A.I. infrastructure every seventy-thousand light years of travel. The only time you ever heard about ‘rogue A.I.’ committing some kind of atrocity aboard luxury cruise liners or orbiting research facilities were when the artificial sentience was given too much human sensory input. Naturally, all of the personality the construct would absorb over time engendered a sentience decidedly less than artificial. Elia opted to not tread that possibility yet by shutting her eyes once again and drifting off to sleep. “We have arrived, captain,” trilled the lifeless voice of the ship. Elia felt thankful for the helpful, considerate interstellar companion that she had with her. Not only did it give her a wake-up call, it did it microseconds before sending a spine-shattering quake up the bow of the craft as the autopilot dug landing gear into terrestrial soil. “Fuck! Y– yeah, thanks..” Elia said as her rude awakening subsided, tapering off from the rumble into a humming vibration of crippled engine systems, “.. dick.” “Upon thorough analysis of the infrastructure, terrain, layout, population density, and sampling from the local intranet spiderwebbed throughout this municipality, I have determined that this would statistically be the most likely place for you to find shelter,” droned the ship. Elia tuned out the computer-generated Latina voice about halfway into its diatribe and was preparing to disembark the craft. With a gentle ‘woosh’ of air as the door slid out of the threshold, indian she strode into the cramped, closet-sized airlock that led Webcams out of the rear bay doors to the ship. “Send me out – wait, you’d tell me if the planet didn’t have breathable air, right?” Elia hesitated before having the ship A.I. execute her command to depressurize the chamber and allow her off of the craft. “That is in my programming, captain,” responded the disembodied voice with a tinny chirp. Elia nodded, which seemed to trigger the all-seeing construct to carry out her instruction. With a room-filling cloud of gaseous mist, the shoulder-to-wall gym locker of a room backed off on the pressure amateur valve, securing safe passage into the relatively unknown landscape. The bright daylight slipped through the widening crack of the exterior bisected hatch, temporarily blinding the unprepared extraterrestrial. With as much confidence as she could muster up, Elia catwalked out from the retractable gangplank that had extended out to ferry her down to the planet’s surface. This part always got her heart racing a bit. There was no telling what kind of wonderful, wacky, organic creations that the cosmos would generate on any given planet in any given galaxy. The beauty of the universe was boundless, and as Elia crunched down into the blades of grass just off of the walkway, she was eager to soak in the sights. “Is that a fucking space alien!? Holy fuck, she’s fucking hot, too. "Welcome to the Sisterhood, my darling. Its about both of you wanting it” I sternly told her. I was a little surprised when my mom told me that I had permission to go out Friday evening with Scott, Mike and Lisa. nibbling and biting the muscles in my neck, rolling them between your teeth, you stop stroking my cock for a moment just firmly gripping it rolling your finger over the tip. Then he walked over to her and started to sniff at her crotch, burying his head into her lap as she sat at the amateur kitchen table. But he agreed to the date after they finished their project. Really?” Maggie replied, looking me up and down. “I hope that you’ve got some more batteries for these.” “For the next part of your visit, we’ll do a thorough examination. She tried to assess his sexual experience from his reaction and was confident he had not had a woman throw herself at him so brazenly. Shortly after Hazel’s 18th birthday, she began to date a local boy by the name of Andrew Winston. Poor Martin, he was in heaven and hell. She had helped Emily disrobe Webcams and felt indian embarrassed at seeing the other girl standing naked in such Latina close proximity.