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 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 Brunette 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 reality 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. I have heard of others that use the felines of this planet, but I am going to use the canines (dogs) instead, since they seem to be unusually friendly to the Hardcore peoples, their supposed masters, and also have the upper hand in case I should come across the feline using alien species. They wouldn’t know who I represent, however I would know by reputation who they do represent and canines on this planet are above felines in the existence power struggle, unless the felines blowjob are bigger. So, since stray canines of good breeding who are wandering without a master are often adopted by sympathetic humans, I took on this manner and morphed into what is called a Black Labrador Retriever, a species known for its inoffensive and friendly nature. Sort of like me, in fact. And outdoor since the dogs of a household often show an offhand interest in their masters’ affairs, I would be able to get away with watching the sexual mores without disturbing the ambiance of the situation, needlessly. It so happened that in the randomness of life, which so many try in failure to find a pattern, I was greeted on the street with no ear tag or license medallion on me and led to the abode of a couple in their twenty something rotations of the Urth around their sun age to be at least temporarily adopted into their household. They were very gentle with me and when we entered their domain, they immediately took me to their bathing receptacle and washed me down to a very sterile condition and then dried me off with a cute little hand held air blowing mechanism. Then they took one of their rounded and prospective liquid holding personal feeding objects (later learned to be called a bowl) and put it down on the floor and filled it with some of their food from a cooling devise. My brain stopped working, how in hell did she know that!? Plus, I’m a native here. “Thanks Wren, it wasn’t as bad as I’d half expected. He pushed a buzzing vibrator in her ass making her leak more cum from Brunette her cunt. I could understand the blowing hot and cold, putting that down to nerves, but find this complete shut out beyond me. I back off and blowjob try to keep our meetings to the Hardcore very minimum possible. That it was OK to be the “fucker” in anal intercourse, that's considered masculine but it was not OK to be the “fuckee” and let some one do that to you, that's considered feminine. “Anyone else coming?” "You outdoor will, after a few of them you will like" I lost a good man, blasted so completely that not even immersion in a healing tank could save him. Tom’s fingers massaged me slowly from the inside, stretching my pussy with gradual presses of his fingertips, whispering soft nothings in my ear while his ecstasy turned my pelvis into jelly. “I wanted to tell you that I have been meditating for the last several hours, and I can say that everything is as the Security Council said in the meeting today. “Yes.” That is no small feat. “Savannah, that reality was not OK. I should not have let you do that. So, I did as so requested and entered into the steaming shower to admire and help out a lovely woman, who has obviously been mistreated by ignoring of her needs, too. Apparently Katie had been watching porn clips at home.