Another mental touch and the stimulant again surged through the pilot's system.Finally, the scout neared the base. Here, the sensor arrays seemed to o...erlap each other – the approach almost insurmountable without being detected. Struggling, the pilot eased the small craft forward. The pilot's sensors registered a surge of energy as a large weapon pod blinked to a stop, the unit using its inertialess drive. What made the pilot cringe was the stop was almost directly above the scout.The pod sat. I am Mark,inside of Brittany. I used the costume gun to turn her into a wearablecostume."Brad, still angry, said, "There is no such thing as a fucking costumegun."Brittany pleaded, "Look, we've been friends for a long time, right? Atleast give me the chance to show it to you." She hurried into thebedroom before Brad could respond.Moments later, Brittany emerged, holding the gun in her right hand. Bradsnorted. "You want me to believe that toy turned Brittany into a costumethat you, Mark, are now. You want that pleasure back. You desperately need it to travel away from what is happening to you.Tears stream down your face and you can’t help but wail at what you are going through, both in horror and pleasure. You hate yourself. You hate your body, but you know what to do. That feeling is back there, needing more to come out. You need it to comfort you. If only it stayed to drown out your humiliation and pain.Your hand goes down between your body and your father’s to touch yourself. It’s. I also thought that it would be a nice idea as we cannot have fun late night as uncle would come in late by 11 PM and we had to finish before that.I always annoyed at uncle when he puts his silly rules of orthodox culture, and always thought that I must somehow get him to bed one day so that he wont force his rules on me anymore.So as Anish said he came in and picked me in Binus car and drove of to his home like lightening. Even on the way I couldn’t wait and I already started to caress his.