She’d always chastised me because I wanted every girl I was with to dress-up for me and she’d never be caught dead in a skirt. I handed her the w...ter I’d gotten and went to sit, but that’s when I noticed I was still in my boxers. I told her I’d be back, that I should get dressed. She reached for me, grabbing my hand as I moved to leave. Don’t, she said in this way I’d never heard from her. I was still concerned with what had happened, but looking down at her so vulnerable and dressed that. I prayed that she didnt see the porno I was going to watch. From what I could hear, the guy was doing the girl doggy style. I tried to cover up the screen with my hand but I feel two hands grab mine and move it. Suddenly the door opens and two kids walks in and looks around the room. I quickly pretend to be asleep. But it becomes hard to do so, when Annie grabs my dick in fright of getting caught. The two kids search around the room for a few minutes, its a pretty big room. Annie starts to move. I mounted the dildo and repositioned the shower head. It was glorious. I came so fucking hard on that flesh-like, silicon dildo, causing my body to thrash in convulsive contractions. I knew that I probably should have waited to have that fun with my online partner, but a girl must come when a girl must come. With anxious tremors in my hands I sat the computer up and logged in. I sent a text earlier to let him know I was ready to catch him online. A few minutes later I heard that familiar. As I drew closer I began to be a trifle frightened. "What if it's one of those alien flying machines you read so much about in the Fortean Times and other places," I muttered, only half-believing it. "Well, Cassie," said the Voice of Reasonable Greed, which always sounded like John Huston, "If it is, and if you can bring back proof of a close encounter you can sell your story for enough cold, hard, cash to get you to Thailand for your sex-reassignment surgery!" Emboldened by this happy thought.