I invited him in his eyes roaming up and down my body eager, hungry, he posed me at the table, first fully clothed and then successively removing each...item of clothing till the knickers and bra were all that was left, he obviously respected my wishes never to be naked. He took a number of poses then asked to see what clothes I had available.So I took his hand leading him to my bedroom where my huge collection of clothing is stored in a walk in wardrobe.Sets of matching undies Basques, stays,. It was a harder to get around and move freely. I was so horny. It seemed as if I couldn’t get enough sex and it didn’t take me long to cum when I had it but I seemed to crave it more and more. I knew it was my hormones but I couldn’t stop myself. I always carried an extra maternity thong or two in my purse because if I saw someone look at my belly or my boobs, I’d get wet instantly. My boobs, they were big before but they had gotten even bigger, filling up with milk. I hadn’t started. “Hang on, bitch,” Jason interrupted her. “I wanna get a close-up of this shit.”He pushed her off of him and removed the camera from the tripod. He sat back on the chair and recorded Harmony’s juicy cakes twerking up and down his tool. He coached her as she moaned. “Ride that muthafucka. Squeeze that dick, bitch. Fuck the nut out that muthafucka!” Harmony bounced feverishly and he asshole began farting. “That muthafucka talkin’ back to a nigga,” Jason smiled. “Stand up and let these bastards see. "All right people," I said as I washed down my lunch with some wine, "we're in a lot of trouble. The bastards from Sahara Network have taken over another alternate Earth and in the time I've been playing about here on Game World they've been building up an army. Yesterday Dork and I interrogated six of the bastards and we got a pretty good picture of the situation. Depending on whom you believe, the bastards have replicated between a thousand and two thousand security robots along with weapons.