I wanted to brush past him and walk away when he called me ‘kiddo’… it was his nickname for me. I hated it, but he loved to joke with me about i... because I was a year younger than him. I saw in his eyes that he had called me by that nickname by mistake, perhaps out of habit, so I let it slide. ‘Hey. I’m going to be late for class.’ I said, with no feeling in my voice. ‘What class?’ ‘Arthurian literature,’ I mumbled. ‘Sounds like fun,’ he chided, and I scoffed. ‘Do you have a place to stay?’ I. There was no sound, but Mark put his hand on her shoulder and felt the sobs racking her body."Kara... What?" All the little red lumps by the wombs Mark... The wombs weren't just opened, they were cleaned out... All these women were pregnant!"No words seemed appropriate. Mark just kept his hand resting on Kara's body and looked up at the night sky. The stars were brilliant, filling the night dome with strange and unfamiliar constellations. After a few moments Mark felt Kara rise, and he blinked. I told him, "The number you dialled is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week." He responded, "Is that Eastern Standard Time or Western Standard Time?" Wanting to end the call quickly, I said, "Uh, Eastern" . . . . . .They Walk Among Us!===================A mate and I were eating lunch in a restaurant when we overheard a woman at the next table talking about the sunburn she got on her weekend drive up the coast. She was saying she drove a convertible and a blonde girl sitting across from her said,. We kissed as she stroked and fondled my tits. My nipples were rock hard, bullet like. Her fingertips traced a slow unpredictable path across my soft belly on a tantalising journey, down to my, swollen, pulsating, wet, hairy mound. She tugged gently at my pubes, running her fingers through them stretching my pussy lips, delicately stroking my inner thighs.Her fingers slid between my puffy, pink lips. I gasped. Her nimble young fingers circled my erect clit, waves of ecstasy cascaded through my.