As she says that the creature moves its tail closer to my face and on the tail, a hole opens and a small amount of green slime starts to dribble out �...�oh well I am about to get rapped again… it’s not even the worse thing that’s happened this week.’ The bugs rapping humans was not an unheard thing unlike my crew rapping me. Then the tail claw closed around my head and as the hole aligned with my mouth a tentacle came out. The tentacle was see-through tented white had a bulbous cock-shaped end. He'd spent the day running their errands. He'd answered phones, heard so many crackpots who thought that they knew him, knew his Purpose. He'd heard the stories, the ones who thought he was an alien, who thought he was their neighbor, one lady had even said he was a transvestite that came up from Detroit on the weekends.What they didn't realize, had no idea, he was so much more than all of that, than all of them. He had hoped they would understand, but it didn't matter anymore. He had new plans. ” He did what she said. He was wearing white boxer briefs underneath. She could see his cock bulging against the cotton. Leaving her dress on, she took off her own underwear and came towards him. She put her hands against the wall and leaned towards him until her nose was almost touching his. “Now take off your underwear and your shirt,” she leaned away again and he took off his shirt revealing a gorgeous chest, toned but not overly muscular. When he took off his underwear she took his chin in. Almost everyone -- men and women alike -- participated in the field excursions. They were an interesting diversion from our lives aboard ship. Constantly finding dead bodies everywhere was a significant downside, but almost all of us still were eager to participate. It was necessary work, it was often absorbing, and it gave us a chance to interact in small groups. Nobody was forced to go out, but the alternative duties aboard ship were frequently less interesting and consisted more of plain-old.