Living somewhere close to the last memories of her Mother. That I completely understood and there was something noble about it in a way. But that raised other questions about how she was able to do that. To leave the Sixty-ninth century with a time machine and bring it to the Forty-first where time travel hadn't even been invented yet. public Wouldn't whatever authorities in her original future oral not allow that? But the question didn't need to be asked for Kira answered it before I could say anything. "I stole it," she whispered as she continued to stare down at the plaque. Tupolov Spaceport was everything and yet nothing like I could ever have imagined.� Situated a couple of kilometers outside of the main city Vestrava on the Northern most continent of four, the bustling upturned blue silver hubcap with its terminal extensions vibrated to the sound of traffic and crowds as ships and transports of every type and race arrived and departed constantly.� Kira and I had returned from our brief trip to the interior and after the shuttle had docked we had made our way through the throng of people as she gave me a tour of the building. A couple of hours or so later we found ourselves on one of the observation decks looking out across the Western side of the terminal. Another ship was approaching orgasm one of the bays and I watched fascinated as it slowly turned a graceful 180 with its orange and blue hull glistening brightly in the fading sunlight. It's long shark-like shape bristling with short spikes which I later learned were proximity sensors for hauling amateur cargo from one planet to the next. Space truckers were really a thing as a smaller boxy snub-nosed vessel rose up to meet it and guide it into the relevant docking bay. In the distance, I could already see more pussy transports waiting their turn to dock with their landing lights winking in the gathering gloom. "Just another day on the job," I said turning to my partner as she sat beside me enjoying my reactions to everything that I was seeing."How many?" I asked her, "How many are there out there?" Kira took another sip of juice from her container. "As of right now?" she mused as she turned to me and rested her right arm on the back of the seat we were sitting on."Oh, I'd say about eighty thousand more or less have made verifiable contact. These are species that have all achieved the basic requirements that classify them as a recognizable civilization. Some have only been around for a few million years or so while some have been around for billions and are the original backbone that formed the first Galactic Systems Group. You have already met one of their kind, Harry." she revealed as she ran her fingers idly through my hair as she edged closer to me. Such was my rapt attention at what was going on outside the window, I barely felt her reach around and gently touch the implant behind my right ear while whispering something in my left. "Kul Dak," I nodded as I remembered my own first contact a few days ago. The walking talking turtle guy who turned out to have three wives, or Botha as he called them, along with nine kids and three more that were due to hatch in about three Sirius months. I see a stranger in a strange land, brave enough to try anything new and learn anything different. I rolled the packet up slightly and bonked her gently with it. He went to the head of the table and grasping Jane under amateur the arm public pits ; moved her over to the stainless steel table. ‘ok, ok, I will see how to get my wife here’ I said very downheartedly "Thanks for helping me with my iPad Tyler. Elsie’s eyes went wide. “Lift your orgasm skirt” Magda commanded and she obeyed at once, raising the soft cotton to her pussy chest before sitting open-legged. “Isn’t that your job?” Zack so rudely interrupts, eliciting laughter from the rest of the class. Diner was another wonderful meal and when the deserts disappeared, he made to oral get up when Prof. McGonagall stood up and started to speak. You'll make it worse."