Inadvertently, Sam had stumbled onto the secret of this alien technology. The user interface was so painfully simple that even a child could successf...lly use it. Whatever the user was thinking of when he or she touched the plate was deciphered from the brain and constructed as an image. Sam's curiosity started working in double time. He practically leaped back to the plate. The model grew larger breasts. Her waist narrowed. Her hair lengthened, then it got curlier. She grew a bit. She decided to check him out and see if he "fit the bill," and could be her boy for the school year.There was something else about him that aroused her curiosity. Paula had never had sex with a black guy. She had heard stories and anecdotes about black males, some of which sounded downright unbelievable and absurd. Nonetheless, her curiosity was aroused, and so was her desire. He was a nice-looking guy; in fact he was good-looking—even handsome, and there was something about his chocolate. It was the ancient law that no man or woman had written but everybody followed. Water dripped off both their persons, as they had shared something that makes humans far more intimate than making love. They had been in the presence of near certain death together, and that from the same foe.The boy’s presence in her quarters had been unexplained, but she allowed him to go unchallenged. He told her he had been lost in the labyrinth that the shadows of the palace housed, and she pretended he was. She let out a muffled scream, locked her legs around his ass and held him there. After about a minute he pulled out and got off the bed. When he stood up I could see his hard cock glistening in the dim light. Seeing this I slowly reached into my briefs and as soon as I touched my cock it started pulsating and I felt my warm and slippery goo shooting into my hand and inside my underwear. My whole body tingled as I felt spurt after spurt shoot into my hand and pubes. I kept my hand in there.