"Yes!" said Tiara before crying again. "Tiara! It's ok!" laughed Ronnie. "I masturbate all the time!" Tiara stopped crying and looked at her friend. "...eally?" "Really really. So what happened?" "Well, I was playing with it and my finger went inside and I felt a burn and saw that my finger was covered in blood. I think I hurt myself and I don't know what to tell my step dad." Ronnie ran this information through her head. "You popped your cherry!" she said gleefully. "What do you mean?" "It means. Victor and Yah Ya were able to pull up video logs and our translator program worked first try. Vrenussians as they called themselves were the race that had done the experiments. There were several experiments going on here at the same time. Unfortunately the one to try and reverse their sterility created a mutagen that killed them all. Besides the two different DNA modifying experiments that created the Feline and Feelah races and the sterility one they also had one that they were trying to. He let me grab his cock and grabbed mine. And Betsy leaned in and lifted her tits with her left arm while her right hand... started a squishing sound under her dress. We just pumped away and finished each other off in about a minute. Coated her with our spooge. “And then neither of us got soft. If he’d gone soft, I probably would have let go. But he didn’t, and I realized he wasn’t just turned on by Betsy being there. Betsy suddenly groaned and said, ‘Oh God, please don’t stop!’ and came. Just. I’d fit in. I’d blend in with the crowd. And what a crowd it was; the place was heaving. Every chair seemed occupied, every table littered with bottles and glasses, every inch of dance floor, with its swirling colours and strobing lights, crowded with partygoers.A waitress nudged past me, breasts brushing my arm. I gaped. Topless waitresses? I wasn’t surprised per se; this was a strip club. But, somehow, I’d expected topless staff to be in a cordoned-off VIP area, not on the floor mingling with.