Unfortunately, when it came down to it, he was simply too drunk and couldn’t actually do anything. He fell asleep across the bed, half dressed and s...oring. I pulled him onto the bed, took off his shoes, socks and trousers and covered him over, before going to sleep in the spare room, where I cried myself to sleep. The next morning he was rather shame faced but I made light of it, even climbing into bed beside him. He still had problems getting aroused, until I gave him a blow job, which made. ”“Okay,” she mumbles, turning back towards the door and closing her eyes.He pulls the keys out of the ignition and opens the door, stepping out into the cool evening air, pockets his keys and stretches out before feeling his stomach churn again. He closes the car door and clicks the button on the keychain to lock it before pulling open the glass door to the old truck stop, the bells mounted above the door chime and the older woman behind the counter gives him a smile and a “good evening” while. Most of the old crew ? April, Amber, Ashlyn, Brittany, Bethany, Courtney, Cassi, Chelsea, Darcy and Dawn ? had retired to private life. They remained dependent on the drugs the Nbaru fabricated to keep their sex drives under control, and would all their lives ? Mree had done his work too well, the changes were irreversible. Most of the transformees over the Occupation ? some seven hundred men-turned-women ? were simply mindless fucking machines with no hope of survival. They were in permanent. She was not a gorgeous creature by most people’s standards, but had a beauty that seemed to be hidden. Despite a nose that looked like it may have been broken a long time in the past and fading bruises on her face, she had an inner beauty. Her eyes shone in the reflected light, moist with perhaps unshed tears. Her form was strong and muscular, one used to working long hard days. Her legs especially, she looked like she could take on Athena in a foot race if she needed too. Her solid shoulders.