There I was, standing in the middle of my grandmother's room in front of her giant, ornate mirror, screaming at my reflection. I pulled out my dick an... started yelling at it- spittle (little bits of spit) landing on the shaft "do it! you pussy!" i shouted. I raised the hatched and was about to end my problems when suddenly the ghost of my great-grandfather, Coxton Biggs, appeared in the mirror. "It's not always easy to carry around a five pound dick!" his voice rang out- stopping the hatchet. We were still being attacked by random aliens, though they did seem to have issues with zero-G and most were taken down at a distance. Finally, though, I picked up something on my suit sensors and called a halt whilst I got the AI to tune out a lot of background interference.“Survivors, Sir?” Danva finally asked.“Might be. I’m pretty sure it’s one of ours, but it keeps moving into incoherence,” I replied. “Anyway, that direction,” I pointed.The Troopers moved out again, ever deeper into the. The room was dark and something was moving around her. She could hear fingertips tapping on the floor. She began to feel uneasy but she couldn’t move. She shouldn’t move. It was imperative to stay still. Suddenly, with no apparent reason, Miranda’s pussy twitched sending a pleasurable wave across her body. She began to relax. She started humming a song, the cricket’s song. Miranda lay peacefully for the rest of the night. ***** The slim woman woke up the next morning to hear the bug already. Oh yes yes yes!’ Huntley was silent as he banged his cock deep into the married woman’s belly until a minute or so later his legs stiffened and he gave one almighty push. His arms gripped her tightly as his cock and balls pulsed while his semen must have flooded her hole. They clung together for what seemed an age. I couldn’t take my eyes off their entwined bodies. Mr Huntley was the first to speak as he tapped her soft arse. “Get off now.” Hr gruffly told her. She obediently complied.