With Alberto’s mind swimming in this thought, a sudden feeling of sickness came over him. His eyes darted to his right where he saw two clear brown ...yes staring back at him. How long had the daughter been watching him? He cursed his stupidity. He froze. With her father’s wallet in his hand and his cane slowly disrobing her mother, Alberto waited for the inevitable explosion of screams. He quickly calculated his exit. But she continued to watch him, intensely, deliberately. She moved slightly. "Involved?" Miki asked."I've heard stories that say the pickups are basically orgies. Supposedly you can't participate if you don't have a good score, but I'm sure some people believe they'll manage to get involved," I said.Miki shivered. "I'm glad I wasn't in there last night." You want to stay on Earth?" I asked."No," Miki said firmly. "I know that even if humanity manages to defeat these Sa'arm things, the planet won't be the same. I'd much rather be elsewhere when that happens. However, we. .. dick! It's so big! And needy! Just LOOK at that bulge! If I'm standing here topless, or worse, completely naked, he'll probably expect me to drop to my knees and, and ... and unzip his zipper! And then ... OH GOD! To, to, to hold it in my hands! And stroke it! Or even LICK it! SO HOT!The two of them continued to stand there. Alan was so transfixed by his mother's heaving chest that he forgot to continue to make small talk. The kitchen was dead silent, except for the sounds of their heavy. It hit my spot. It was very Gene Simmons-esque and was flopping around like the worm creatures in 'Tremors.'I yelled out, "Fuck vegetables, I want to marry your tongue."Marylou licked me to the most amazing orgasms I have ever had. I took her vegetable friend from her pussy and tried to give Marylou what she gave me. I am sure I was successful as she soaked my face. We were caught up in sixty-nine; technically seventy-one since Marylou added two digits in my ass.From that point forward, Marylou.