Jesus hadn’t stood a chance.? I pulled out of her and she moaned. I went into the kitchen and cleaned myself up, put my pants and shoes back on, an... returned to find her still slumped on the couch, her ass facing me, skirt still flipped up, uncaring.? I told her she could spit out the panties now, and she pushed them into my hand with her tongue.? I turned her around to sit on the couch and put the panties over her toes, back up on her legs.? I fetched her pantyhose and put those on her too,. "Randall, your aunt and I want to thank you for what you've been doing. We know it ain't easy for you but we're proud of you for bein' an adult about it all. You know we're goin' back to the doctor's tomorrow so we're hopin' that'll maybe let you off the hook."Randall couldn't help but turn a little pink but he basked in his uncle's praise. But now that the subject was open, he'd spent the afternoon reading more stuff about nymphomania on his computer and wanted to bring up a few questions. All conversation halted for several days as the alien ship's mind analyzed the information.Then the questions began. It started out with where was everybody. I had the record of our explorations of the fast-moving star systems played back. Next it asked how did we get there. I spent a couple days creating an illustrated and animated introduction to the slipstream drive as well as the equipment involved and the powering up and powering down of a slipstream drive. Then I tacked on the field. Some damage control was called for. A bit of seduction was an exciting prospect.Weather positively glowed as we made breakfast together. With my arms around her from behind, I showed her how to gently spread the omelette mixture in the frying pan, my hands guiding hers. I let her try it on her own and held her stomach. She was doing quite well, too, until my hands sneaked up, reaching for a not-so-subtle grope of small boobs.Her body jerked as if hit by electricity. "Hey!" A partially cooked.