He is faithful, Tsanja, faithful unto death."The Felthings laid their gloved hands on her, and held her still.The night-wing covered her face, and her...head, opening itself up like a leather bag, and those tendrils began to enter her, through her nose, through her mouth, through her ears. It was not painful. On the contrary, the tendrils were moist, and warm, and Tsanja began to relax. Perhaps they drugged her, or exerted some strange kind of influence. The creature settled over her face,. I must have come about five times and the other guys about the same. George, the young eighteen year-old with the ten and a half inch dick, possibly more. He was a young boy destined for a great future in the porn industry, both straight and gay. Of the guys present there was an old school-friend of mine, Adrian, with a modest nine incher, but thick and uncut. He was the only man with whom I had enjoyed a sexual dalliance, and that had been years before at school. Just a bit of harmless. He felt at times that he lost himself and was overcome by this infinitely more powerful being that had abilities that were way beyond his already considerable abilities. He desperately wanted to understand.Jason was unsettled by the knowledge that even though this was a decisive battle it was not the end. He wanted on the one hand to participate in finishing the war and on the other hand he just wanted to visit Earth and then go back to university. He needed to go and meet with Ouma Chatzke. Her boyfriend would be here any minute.When her phone rang she thought it was him, though the ringtone wasn’t his. Then again, she hadn’t heard his ringtone in months. Instead, it was Michiko Takahashi. She was on tour and thus her schooling hours were much more flexible than for most fourteen-year-olds.“OK first of all,” the teenager said, “congratulations. I just heard. Second, is Paul there yet?”“Not yet,” the nine year old girl replied. “But he should be here any minute.”“OK then, I won’t.