We had finished our work for the day and there was plenty of time before anyone else would be home. We'd sat together on the couch and turned on the t.... She fell back into my arms and held on to the remote, channel surfing as I held on to her. She was flipping from one channel to the next trying to find something we'd both enjoy. My attention, though, was entirely on her. As she surfed my hand made its way from her hip to her belly and moved further up to land on her chest. I can still remember. Nan looked steadily into the lads eyes, then said in a very measured tone, “that, young man was a very nice thing for you to say, I am here not because my mistress said I was to sleep with you, though that did happen its true, but I could easily have refused, but you have impressed me, your blushes and your stammer had me wondering if you could or would ever conquer your shyness and become a real man, those words have touched me and I am glad I came to you, just because I wanted to!” she put a. Never. Brushing the hair from her face Savannah asked, have you ever had your pussy licked. N,n,no Megan stuttered. Planting a kiss on Megan's lips, Savannah slowly slid down, placing kisses as she desended. Megan gripped the bedsheets tightly as she felt Savannahs lips inch closer to her burning nether region. Her stomach quivered each time she felt the wetness kisses land. It felt strangely exciting as Savannah jabbed her navel with her tongue. Covering her mouth Megan fought back a scream. Probably why they had let slip to him in the dream world that he was an alien; they wanted him to explain it to them. Unfortunately for them, he had been conditioned upon birth to keep a part of his identity and memory sealed off; the part that would identify him as an extraterrestrial. Even under the most heinous forms of torture available, he would never reveal that he was a Quevian- a non-corporeal being that could assume basically any corporeal shape that it wished.Preliator's "locked".