Her flying craft landed with a soft crash on the beach, barely avoiding a dancing Grey.
Well, I’m finally home, she thought, and unbuckled her red seatbelt holding her still naked body secure within.
No need to put clothes on for the extended visit, she figured. Since she was seeing her “mountain man” again, ha. She’d just be out of them in a jiffy.
Scorpios, pheh.
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These Greys weren’t as lucky.
Jenny.
No naked.
Sunklands 