Wo itne jhor se meri pussy me cock ghused raha tha ke mai poori age piche ho rahi thi aur uska mota pet meri hips se ghis raha tha,,, thodi der baad t...no bole aaahh mast maja aya,,, Rucha tujhe kesa laga, mai smile dekar boli,, bass aab nahi,, tabhi Babu bola,, are ese kese,, abhi to aaur baki hai jaan….mai chonk gai, mene kaha bas bas,, tino hasne lage aur Ramnik bola nahi nahi aaur karenge,,,tujhe aab double lund ka maja denge,,wo darte hue boli kyaaaa?? Wo kya hai? Babu bola are tu chup hoja. Thursday I went to work as usual and suffered the jibes of my friends and co-workers; comments such as "baby face" and "lightweight drinker" followed me most of the day. I tried to appear unconcerned, but I didn't know how far this was going to go and I was worried. I hadn't changed my diet, my drinking or smoking habits, my detergent or my bath soap, so I assumed it wasn't an allergy. I thought maybe someone had slipped something into my lunch bucket or the water barrel, but I hadn't eaten. After hanging it in the backyard, I called him and sipped some tea. He came with a disappointed look on his face and said, “What??”. I told him to sit next to me and he did the same.I said, “Are you angry with me. Michael said, “Yes, my best friend banged you mom”. I interrupted and said, “I won’t say whatever you saw was wrong. But I would say that your friend and I were just satisfying your sexual needs”. Michael said, “That doesn’t prove you innocent!!” I said, “Do you want to see my happy. He certainly wasn't a creature of this world, I was no naturalist but I knew enough for that. This was a true alien, an E.T.—an extraterrestrial, a being from another world entirely. That was an awful lot to swallow, and it was a long time before I could gulp the thought down.Once I got that far, however, I could extrapolate kind of a lot from there. He'd apparently made some sort of unexpected landing (or crash) in whatever craft had brought him here. His ... ship? ... had evidently.