They’re looking for a way to fix this.”My wife wailed to the ceiling. “I didn’t know this would happen!”“I know—”“I DIDN’T KNOW!�...I reached out for my wife. She fought at first. But then she let me hold her, and comfort her. I loved her.Her breasts, they were enormous, and very warm. And her breath, it smelled of strawberries, even though it was the morning and she hadn’t brushed, yet.“The art museum,” I said. “Let’s go there next.”She snorted. “Art,” she said. “Just a bunch of naked women.. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.Boys liked me.Chris liked me.This fluttering warmth shot through me as I entered my high school, other students noticing me. Girls gasped in shock while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braid of hair swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my steps. My mother’s touch burned across my skin. The panties were so tight, cupping my rump, my pussy.I felt so naughty. Its claw dragged gently across her face, down to her neck, then chest, and stopped on her belly. It tried to discover her body and understand what she was, so it started to move her around, lift up her arms, legs, move her head to different angles until it came to realize that its new toy was clad in some sort of fabrics, which were obviously in its way of exploring Agnes’ body.The alien huffed and puffed annoyed and frustrated at her clothes and to everyone’s surprise, yet terrified looks, it. She used to stay on the first floor while me along with my family on the second. She wasn’t quite a talker. She rarely picked a conversation with me and ignored most of the people with pretty much a smile.Let’s get started with the story after I give away mine and my tenant’s rough image to you. Her name was Akshita. Her stats: 36b-30-36; mine: 34b-27-35. Both of us were damn fair. Give us cum tribute guys. I remember it was a Sunday afternoon of summer 2015. As usual, my parents were out to my.