I'll bring the envelope out to your house tonight, on my way home. That should be around eight or so, since I have quite a bit of work to take care of...first. All right?" I... I guess so, yes." Fine," the wizened postal clerk husked. "And don't worry, Mrs. Jamison. This might not be anything of a serious nature at all. For your sake, I hope not." Abruptly, he rang off.The upset young wife stood holding the dead receiver in her hand, her eyes staring glassily at nothing. What would happen when. Between their two jobs and taking care of their three kids, the two of them hardly had any time together anymore, so it was a delight on occasions like this when they were alone in their bedroom. After all these years, Jen was still his best friend. Work had been especially stressful at the lab for the past couple of weeks. "Is she asleep?" Oliver asked. Jeanette nodded and returned his smile, and Oliver felt his pulse quicken at the thought of what might come next. He'd told her a little bit. Finally, I hit my scrotum and I looked down. Covering my rod, there was this thin sheet of latex. The way it looked, the newness of it all, was great. Again, a glance in the mirror. Now, I was ready to put it to the test.I took my blanket and wrapped it around my cock and pushed the rest between my legs. I leaned forward, supporting my chest on the pillow. Pump. The blanket was the perfect simulation, to my knowledge at the time, of a vagina. The slick inside of the condom made the experience. “That’s very perceptive, Andrea! You’ve hit upon the next part of the story and I will get to it in a moment.”“The Watchers, as I was about to say, used their ability to project their thoughts directly into the minds of men and women to control them. Today we would say that such victims are “possessed.” In the course of sexual union with the Watchers, the neural network in the brains of humans was altered. Because they are hermaphrodites, their brains can experience both male and female.