"See, wifey, I can play now, too! I am taking revenge for your affair, plus I'm dead, so that frees me from my wedding vows! I have to admit that Marl...'s ass tastes better than yours- alot better!"Alexander was clearly rubbing Andrea's face in his new, posthumous freedom from their unhappy marriage. He was deliberately humiliating her, by describing the greater pleasure that he derived from rimming Marla, her own best friend.The worst part was the growing satisfaction that Marla was showing. Rachel and the Contessa appeared as if hypnotized in a vaudeville show. They both now faced me, in front of the Martian. It was obvious that Rachel had not been the owner of three tongues - the glowing, almost ethereal looking Martian was holding both women off of the ground. Two tentacles bore their weight under their armpits, circling their breasts and teasing out their long nipples. One tentacle was around each throat - not squeezing, but ready to do so if any escape or rescue attempt was. And when I didn't think it could get any worse."Move your hands I can't see." She says with a tiny smirk on the corner of her full lips with more humiliation and she was having fun too. "Mom, I" Was all I got to say."I said MOVE YOUR HANDS!" The stern authority was heavy in her voice. "NOW!" She demandedI slowly and reluctantly did what I was told to do. I slid my hands away to reveal my sorry lifeless dick. I remember thinking this would be a pretty good time for a 747 to fall on the house. My. “Well, how’s it much different to pee on a stick?” she asked.“It just is,” I said, growing annoyed. I strained harder. It was so embarrassing. My girlfriend was right there, holding the applicator to my pussy. She had this look on her face. There was so much pressure on me.What if I was just two days late? That didn’t mean I was pregnant. I was only off the pill for little more than two weeks. There was no guarantee that my brother had bred me. It could take time. I wanted to be an awesome.