Paul’s breathing had grown heavier and heavier, until he was almost purring like a large cat. His body was still locked in that doll-like attention,...but as I became even more extravagant in my deep-throating suction, he began to writhe and thrust. My mouth was filled with the salty, musky taste of his pre-cum. Yummm! At last, after prolonging the whole thing til my mouth was growing tired and my own cock was screaming at me for relief, I stopped sucking long enough to command him, “Three more. A night or two during the week he’d grace us with his presence at dinner. Most nights he was drinking his dinner in the basement. My younger siblings were regaling us with all the cool stuff they did at daycare.The next day and half went by at a snail’s pace.Friday started normally; a typical Georgia summer day, hot and humid. I got my walk done and would be bumping it up to 2 miles on Monday. I mowed the front lawn and tomorrow would be the back yard. Putting the mower away, it seemed late. Sandy started crying as she grabbed her laser carbine, and aimed at the creatures head and fired. The beam hit the creature in its jaw, slicing off its left mandible."Die you fucken bug, die damn it." Sandy screamed. Adjusting the beam, she hit it in its left eye and the back of its armored head exploded as the laser punched through the skull. As the creature fell, she saw five more heading towards her. Scrambling to the door, she slapped the scanner and the door started closing.Getting to her. We continued talking on Whatsapp. He asked me how do I masturbate. I said, it’s not something which can be taught. I joked and said, photo bheju kya masturbation ki? He said yes. We decided to masturbate together and send each other photos through Whatsapp. We did it couple of times. We even exchanged sex-chats. He played bottom during those chats because I don’t like getting fucked.Then once, I had to visit Ahmadabad for a business meet. I asked him if he wants to have some fun. He agreed. I.