I masturbate much, I hadn’t had an orgasm in my life, and not for lack of trying, my body just seemed to shut down when I got close. A tingle ran th...ough me and I grinned, I had found it.After playing with it for a little while I pulled my fingers out enough to fold my thumb into the middle and started to push back in. I didn’t have any trouble until I got to the knuckles again. It didn’t hurt, it was just awkward. I curved my spine a little more and reached down with my other hand, squeezing. I checked my make-up and made sure my red headed wig was fully attacted, and walked out slowly and as sexy as I could. One foot in front of the other,watching as my open toed heels and freshly painted red toes followed a rhythm. As I walked out I was almost in complete shock as I saw 5 other guys besides Tim standing there. I was really feeling like I wanted to cry. Then the one guy that became my lust for the night said to me in a very harsh. I felt it all. My mind said yes, and my body still said no. My ass was so stretched I still felt like I was ready to rip open. But as he (Evan) got faster so the pleasure increased, God was I enjoying this. How could pain and pleasure combine. My ass was on fire, my brain was on fire and My senses completely shot. I had forgot about the guy fucking my ass and that other person in the room. This was about me and how I was feeling. If you had said six months ago, I going to stick a fat broomstick. Isabel pointed up.“Up north ... Canada?” Alex asked.“No,” Isabel said as she extended her hand up further.Alex looked up, his mind starting to put the jigsaw pieces into place. Then he smiled and laughed dismissively, “No, no you can’t be ... that is ... I don’t believe in ... I mean you’re not an ... an...”“Alien? Other worldly being? Extraterrestrial biological entity?” Isabel asked, “Yes.”She reached out her hand and a bottle of ketchup slid across the table into it without touching.