No matter how much six I’d needed to wash off, I would never tire of the feeling those pulsating, rippling jets hitting me from every direction had ...n my muscles and state of mind. Part of it, I admit, was lathering up my long, thick cock from tip to root. But I’d always stop short of jerking off.Today, I just stopped short, but was because something, again, felt not quite right. My dick was still there (to my relief) and I slid my hand down it, more or less measuring it but also appreciating. Before i could stop her she walked into the living room and saw my friends "your doing d**gs?" she exclaimed "It's just weed. it's a plant please don't tell your mom. I promise it isn't that bad?" "can i try some?" she asked. This reponse surprised me, she said she had to try it to know wether or not it was something that would ruin a life like she had been told. after she took a few puffs she admitted she liked it but said it was still a sin, but she wouldn't tell her mom. Then she left. That. My reasonably trim body was stark naked, there seemed to be some embedded metal studs where my feeding tubes had been attached, and there was an annoying plastic cap covering my penis, and I was better dressed than Dr. Cox."And yes, attempting to remove the neural probe would be suicide." I swallowed. Time to change the subject."It wasn't all a lie, was it? You really are some sort of brain scientist in real life?" The alien woman almost swelled with pride."I am the Senior Xenoneurologist of. Were you leaving? Was that the last glimpse of you I would get? I followed after you and saw you go back into the Zumba room. No one was in there ad the lights were off. What the HELL were you up to?I walked to the room. I was nervous but knew you had noticed me noticing you. I had to at least say hello. I struggled for the courage and walked into the room. I nearly fell on the fucking floor. You were laid back on a spare weight bench in the room. You had pulled down your sweats and.