He stood for a long time, tensely imagining the scene he had just heard take place. He wondered just how daring he should be. Gerald's snoring was lou... and deep.Suddenly he was in the hall, listening. Like a deer in the woods, he stood stark still in the darkness, straining to hear, straining to sense Valerie there not ten feet away. She had not closed the door completely. His decision was made.James slowly pressed the door. It creaked, sounding loud against the quiet of the night. He pressed. As she ricked him down there, his balls straddled her nose.Breathing in the super-raunchy aroma of his sweaty crotch had the strange effect ofturning her on all the stronger, and she opened her wet mouth to take in a testicle.As she let his throbby nut soak in her mouth, she rolled her eyes upward to study inresponse.The farmer had his eyes closed, and his mouth was agape. His upthrust prickwaggled like a semaphore across her forehead.Marcella spit out his nut, licked his velvety sac some more,. If they touched me, I'd rip their heads off and piss down their necks.He spent the next hour fantasizing mayhem."Stand up, Aaron. It's time to eat," an alien said.John Windom wished they wouldn't call him Aaron, but he didn't express his wish. If he did, they'd hold him down and stick needles into him. He stood up and followed the alien into a dining hall, where he sat down and ate the crappy meal they'd put in front of him. He ignored the others. The other experiments like him. Experiments. Her breathing was deep, contented and her single exposed breast rose and fell with a gentle erotic rhythm.Moving slowly, not wanting to disturb her, he padded into the bathroom, closing the door carefully. He washed his face with cold water, staring at himself in the mirror as he did so, thinking once again that he did not deserve to be so lucky. He toweled his face roughly, and looked again at his reflection. The mirror showed him the truth of his age, the receding hair, grey at the temples;.