Suddenly they stood, embraced and started walking in2 the house. I beat a retreat from the kitchen. Now I had sound but no visuals. They were in the k...tchen when I heard her say, F*ck me rite here.Heard them collapse 2 the floor, heard her moan as he entered her, heard the skin 2 skin slaps, the rhythm of his thrusts much faster than my own. I found myself wondering how big his dick was.She screamed in orgasm, a sound Id never heard. He grunted like an a****l, came. Then silence b4 she sed O. ”“She’s not here.”Are we, I asked myself, going to exchange sentences all evening.“She’s at home. We share,” a pause, “everything.”“I don’t even know your name.”She stood up, looked at me then walked to the bar. She came back with two glasses and placed a gin and tonic in front of me.“Does it matter? If you knew my name would you know you’d be safe?”“Would I be safe?”I leant back and drank my gin, slowly, looking at her.She reached out and took the empty glass from my hand. She placed it on the. .” Kellie interrupted his reverie. “I don’t think the moon is rock. I think the moon is made out of metal.”Though hard to discern detail at her size and relative distance, Kelly thought a great many spaceships, off all shapes and sizes, nested in tight orbits about the moon. Its surface was peppered with hundreds of rectangular emplacements, each mile’s on a side, almost certainly weapons. More than a few tracked her apparent movement across their sky, she realized, as the moon and it’s home. Normally the symbiote melted away and burned up in the sun, hence its ruthless nightly prowl, but while attached to a host, while Maria wore it, it could survive the sunlight. The brunette slowly pulled herself up, groaning, as the signs of physical strain from last night began to show: both her ass and pussy ached tremendously, raw from having been both pleasured and stimulated for half a dozen hours. The catsuit seemed to respond and come to her aid, seeping some thick liquid around the.