Just then there was a message in WhatsApp. He wife. He read it out to me, “Darling I am really sorry for hiding all that from you. I really really l...ve you.”After a couple of seconds another message. “I hope you are having fun with some British hooker, please enjoy. Once you are back to india, I am your hooker. You say, I do. No questions asked.”I looked at Sundar’s face and he was very happy. I climbed on top of him hugging from the front and said, “Dear, let’s have some fun with your wife. God do I love her.With all the pleasure she was giving me I thought I would return the favor. Slowly I moved my hands from her back and I made my way to the front of her jeans to have a little bit of fun of my own. It was so much easier to undo the zipper of her jeans than it was for her bra. Finally the button and zipper were out of the way and I slipped my hand inside and was greeted by her wet, warm, and welcoming pussy.“Mmmff,” she moaned into my mouth as I slid my fingers up and down her. He slid his hands over the yielding fat deposits on her chest, rubbing his cheek against her belly, the attractive roll of fat cushioning him.The Krell crooned happily, running her fingers through his hair, enjoying the strange texture as she pet him as if he were an affectionate cat. He leaning into her strokes, enjoying the sensation of her blunt claws on his scalp, sending pleasant shivers down his spine as he pushed his face between her psuedo-breasts. There was no breast tissue of course,. ." his conscious screamed out, "I am not one of them. I will not do this." I hunger." A voice inside his head declared. "I must feed." Not like this, never like this." the part of Tim horrified of his actions during the bloodlust surfaced. "I am not a monster." Yes we are. We must feed. We must kill. It is our right. It is our privilege. We are a monster." You are not me. You don't control me. Get out of my head." I am you. We are. We will be." I will not kill her. She does not deserve it." Yes.