.."Greta, are you alright?" said Jack as he rushed over to take my hand.Coming back from my spacing out, I treated this as if it were the mostnormal t...ing in the world. "No! Why am I dressed like a boy? Whose bodyis this? It can't be mine! Jack, I feel like I'm losing it. I'm sougly!" I said in what seemed to be a German accent. I started to cry andburied my head in Jack's shoulder.Pulling me into an embrace, Jack softly said, "Honey it's ok and by theway, that's bullshit. You are the prettiest. I was scared. My head wasn't on the pillows -- in fact, the way I had moved, she was farther up than I was. If I looked straight ahead, my eyes were around her neck. She was on the pillow, and she was splayed out in a way that looked comfortable. I was curled up in the awkward position I was in.Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was looking directly at one of her nipples. Her tit, the one that took up all my vision, seemed so big here. I saw every rise and fall of her sleeping breath in the gentle. She had the most perfect hourglass figure he could dream of. She lay there, one leg crossed over the other, her long, muscular legs ending in small, pedicured feet.And, was there more? Yes, there was.The thong had shifted slightly and allowed her son, Jason, a slight peek of her fleshy vagina.It drove him over the edge.Jason thought about her riding him on the grass beside the family pool, his pulsating penis slamming into her wet, hot cunt in an incessant rythm of flesh and saliva. His mother,. The woman floats to her feet and slips onto the rock. The placement of the rock and the woman’s position gives Mercy a perfect view of her dripping pussy. Mercy is instantly aroused, the heat between her thighs, hotter than ever. The alien’s treasure is just that—a golden chest filled with all the pleasures of the world.The man wastes no time climbing on behind her and taking her by the hips. “Fuck me,” she groans.The man chuckles, but gives her what she wants. The woman moans again as he sinks.