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The opposite season called winter seems to be a babe time for rest of the vegetation and to some degree the human population. Humans being the dominant sentient species of the planet at this time. TO THOSE THAT MIGHT HAPPEN ON THIS REPORT: I am from a species that is well-known by the sector OverLord, but by few others. We are an inoffensive race and highly advanced in our technology. Our planet at a relatively low energy demand is cloaked from being detected by others, except for the OverLord. And of course, the cloaking works both ways, we can’t see the others, busty either. So, I and a few other operatives have been sent out to gather information on the other sentient species of our sector of the Galaxy to satisfy our curiosity and for defensive purposes, in case we should ever become generally known. Our ships are very small, because we don’t send out actual physical beings, but recorded mental personalities that are physically reconstructed when needed at a destination. That saves a rough lot of energy and also helps to prevent stressful reactions by a species at an unannounced arrival in their neighborhood. So, from this we get to see them in their natural state. Unaware and in many cases uncaring about any other sentient species that inhabit the universe. Our scientific leaders chose a diverse group of our people’s mentalities to gather this information, I being one of the most original in my thinking and the most rebellious in my nature. I hate rules and try to break them at any opportunity. I have no problem with protocols, which allow for important variations of enforcement, but rules to me violate the very variety of the universe by trying to oversimplify things. The OverLord, of course, knows about our activities and is sometimes irritated by them, but because there is no recording of us ever disrupting any species manner of life or peace, he with occasional admonitions mostly leaves us alone. After all, he gets a copy of every report that we produce, though he would get them anyway because of his personal powers. Since he respects our need for anonymity, he keeps this information deep in his mind, with no other recording of it. You see, we are a peaceful people and have no means of protecting ourselves from the more troublesome denizens of our quarter, except by living in secrecy. We have found that hiding demands a lot less energy output than an effective military defense would. So, here I am on Urth now reconstituted to observe the area of my interest, the sexual mores of the various species of the Universe. In doing this, it is best to not announce my presence by of all things appearing in my true form. It wouldn’t be particularly offensive to these peoples, but it would change the conditions of the observation by its unexpected presence. So, in these observations, I take on the manner of a lower sentient creature with observational abilities, but an accepted presence in everyday lives of these higher creatures. This was no factory. After a few seconds of gentle rocking back and forth, Selina managed to get enough of her juices spread over his length to continue her descent. I started busty to picture her more clearly, closing my eyes amateur as I thought about her, what her hot, wet mouth would feel like on my hard cock, how she would react if I slid my hands up the insides of her thighs, imagine her trembling breath as she climaxed....I was pumping in earnest now, wanting to feel the release, hand hurriedly moving up and down in time with the waves of pleasure. Tom could tell his daughter was nervous as he looked at her. 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