on the floor, and Trisha, with her feet on the floor, jumped on a giant penis. Her slender body looked quite tiny against the backdrop of the mountain of muscle, which was Garch. For ten minutes this scene went on, and at the end of Trishina, her legs trembled with tension and fatigue. When, after the next orgasm, she almost exhausted got off the member Garch, sweat escaped from her creeks. But Garch did not let her rest for a long time: he threw her on the floor, he fell from above himself and began to fuck again. Tricia grabbed Garcha with her thin legs, clung to him and now screamed at the top of her voice. Garch what was the power of waving a basin, pushing his tremendous instrument into Trishino's vagina. Suddenly, he roared like a bull, his movements ceased to be rhythmic, and I realized that he was ending. His orgasm lasted for about a minute, and all this time he was pouring out streams of thick sperm of a bluish tint. First, he finished pussy in Trishin, then, taking out a member, poured her emaciated body, and then, coming up to me, he threw out the remnants of sperm on my face.

He caught his breath, took a napkin and wiped his cock with it. The waiter, seeing that the process was over, began to be indignant for decency about what we arranged here, but Garch, pulling on his pants, handed him a handful of coins. He said "thank you, sir" and went to the kitchen.

Trisha was still lying on the floor, covered with a viscous liquid. I wiped my face with a napkin and helped her dry off herself. I threw a torn sundress on her and looked at Garch. He stood aside, watching us with a contented look.

“Come on,” he said. - I'll give you a change of clothes.

We left the cafe under the cheers of the cafe visitors.

Garch lived in a nearby street. He rented a spacious apartment, which occupied two floors connected by a spiral staircase. On the first there was a bar, a kitchen-studio and a lounge, on the second - a bathroom and a bedroom with a balcony. Everything was decorated in a minimalist style, there was little furniture, Zalonsky plants stood in large pots near the walls, and in the apartment I wanted to breathe deeply.

Garch locked the door and went to the bar. He poured us a drink of some light sweet drink, similar to vermouth, and offered to visit the bathroom. He himself said that he needed to make some urgent interplanetary calls from the contact center in the house opposite, and promised to return in a few minutes. In the meantime, Trisha and I took a shower.

While Tricia was bathing, I wandered around the apartment hoping to find cigarettes here - mine were over, but I wanted to smoke terribly. Garch smoked in a cafe, and I hoped that a tutu could hang around his apartment. Near the big bed in the bedroom was a low table with some magazines and sheets of paper covered with writing. Hoping that there could be cigarettes from below, I picked up a few sheets, and suddenly I found a photo of Trisha under them. The picture was apparently old, somewhere three years old, when she was still a very young fifteen-year-old girl. But it was she, there could be no doubt!

I got stuck later, and my temples pounded. Who is this garch? Why did he track us down? Why does he need Trish? How did he even know about its existence? Here, at a distance of eight light-years from Earth, I suddenly felt completely helpless. The only right decision would be to escape, while Garcha is not there, immediately climb a spaceship and tell Dan about everything - maybe he can give some explanation for what happened. We'll have to, of course, devote it in some detail, but what can you do.

I covered the photo and turned to call Trisha out of the shower.But suddenly another thought came to me: what if they knew each other? Garch spent two years on Earth, so this option could not be swept aside as incredible. And Tricia gave herself so easily to him ... But why then was she silent and behaved as if she didn’t even know who he was? If so, then she played a great role. I took the picture again, and here I was attracted by one small detail. Tricia was photographed against the background of something white and gray, but because of the bokeh it was difficult to distinguish anything. On the right was a dark gray rectangular spot, and above it another one — a smaller, red color. The shape of the red spot seemed familiar to me - a diamond with a white dot in the middle. And the combination of these two subjects - dark gray and red - it seemed to me that I had already seen somewhere.

Well, yes, for sure! The white-dotted diamond is the symbol of the star fleet of Vega, the capital of the Galactic Commonwealth! And the dark spot is the open door to the vegan starship! Vegans above all entrances always depict their flag. Now I could even distinguish a fancy pattern that usually occurs on the sides of their ships, so there could be no error. The only hitch is that the vegan ships never fly to Earth, and Tricia, in her own words, did not leave our planet before this flight. Does she turn out to fly to Vega or to her neighborhood at the age of fifteen?

I was beginning to realize that I had embarked on a very unpleasant story. We must run away before it’s too late and tell Dan about everything — let him decide what to do.

But I was not allowed to escape. The door to the apartment opened - Garch returned. The path to the exit was closed.