I did another bump of cocaine and rubbed some on my hole. I had taken some poppers in and did a big hit. I heard a guy enter in both rooms and saw the... both looking at me thru the hole. I have a nice cock and put it in a hole and the guy started sucking me he was good. It felt nice. I took another hit of poppers and was lost in lust for men and cock.Then i leaned down and he put a nice 7 inch fat cock thru the hole I swallowed it all and left it buried in my throat he came immediately . His cum. Hostile, not since I left Borealis anyway.”“What was life like for you back on your homeworld? My work has taken me to a lot of places, but never there.”“Not so different from this,” she said, gesturing to the landscape with her clawed hand. “Cold, inhospitable, sparse sources of food. There were a lot more trees and wildlife, and it was somewhat warmer, but what you’re looking at right now isn’t far off the view from the door of our longhouse.”“Why did you all move to Siberia? I heard about it. At the curb was a big black Mercedes S-class, not Amber's style. She'd probably borrowed the car from her parents. It was a subtle reminder that she didn't live here anymore. She'd left me to pursue her dream.I walked forward at a slow enough pace that Amber quickly caught up to me. It was all I could do to not turn and embrace her in the strongest, tightest hug I could possibly manage. Three years ago she'd gone off to Stanford and medical school. Three years she'd made love to me in OUR home,. The way home was not far, perhaps a 10 minute drive in traffic. I directed him close to my home, but not exact because I didn't want home to know where I lived. He was a 50 year old Puerto Rican who has nice tan skin, skinny but with muscles, and handsome with some kind of acne or weird skin condition on his face. Most of all he was very interested into me. I directed him towards a Circle K gas station near me. We parked and sat for a few minutes. He told me a little about himself. I am not.