“Do you have some time?” I asked. “I’ve made coffee and would appreciate any words of wisdom you might have for my coming purgatory.”She lau...hed and nodded.Sitting at the old oak kitchen table, I finally studied her. I recognized her from the school events we’d both attended but this was the first time I could observe her closely. She had her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of black coffee to warm up. Her fingernails were manicured with pale pink, pearlescent nail polish. From somewhere the. He was a project manager a company that did similar work to mine. We commiserated and joked about our jobs. Me giving him gentle shoulder nudges occasionally and twirling my hair to let him know I was interested."So what made you come over to talk to me?" I asked deciding it was time to take this to the next level."A beautiful woman like you sitting alone at a bar in a red dress... who else could I possibly have picked to talk to?" he asked smoothly."Ohhh, you like the dress?" Mhmm," his green. "Yet more shielding," She assessed. "They're up to something they don't want us to see"She had been following a depression in the field along the side of the farm, the recessed ground curling towards the back of the building near the barns. She could tell someone was on top of the saucer as sounds of hammering echoed eerily down, but the fog was so thick to see clear and she nearly fell into the side of the Cummings barn as she tripped on something.Below her was the silver girth of a large. . me on my back my skirt bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle, legs splayed open, and Titan between my legs pleasuring me. To his credit, Mark was not repulsed or appalled by what he witnessed, and from the way he looked standing there, he was quite sexually excited. To this day, he claims he became so hard so fast his “old man” balls actually hurt. I think it was then that my feelings for and about Mark began to change. In the time that I have known him, he has shown me a.