You must warn Mr. Jameson and the Senator. They must act immediately to prevent this!"Viktor replaced the handset in its desk cradle. He was worried b... his estimate of the madman's probable action. He had no doubt the aliens could erase bombers from the sky as easily as he could swat a fly out of the air. But that would kill the human crews. He doubted they would do that.What an insane irony! he sighed in sorrow. We would unleash our inhuman lust for killing against their absolute regard for. Lincoln didn't mince words. "Nothing's working," she told Ray. "Your condition continues to deteriorate, and none of the therapies has afforded us any measurable improvement." Are you out of ideas?" he asked."In my opinion, we're out of good ones," she admitted. "There are three physicians at the University who've proposed some more radical measures, but to date, we've been hesitant." More radical - how?" Bone marrow transplant procedures, for one," she said."Bone marrow from whom?" Ray said,. “Wait. You… Your people haven’t… conquered my planet, have you?”A long moment of silence follows. I am getting ready to start throwing things at him in outrage. A bunch of redneck aliens kidnapping me (or rather, my Volvo) in a fly-by is one thing, but a ruthless army of barbarians invading Earth? My Earth? The only planet with chocolate and Netflix and tiny puppies in adorable onesies? FUCK that. How DARE they.“And what if we did?” he eventually answers my question with a question and seems to. Except for Jim. His cock stuck straight out, a long, fat, uncircumcised monster that angled toward my face, the purple head still partially hidden by the foreskin. Hal's cock paled in comparison to the size of it, and so did Rob's, though I wasn't complaining about either of them. It was just that Jim's cock was so hairy, his balls so big and full of wrinkled skin, and his cock was so fat and long. It was a man's cock, a real man's cock, and I felt my pussy gush just looking at the damned.