Look at which one she picked.’ He steps over to the girl’s head. Ada has taped the design to a floor lamp and drug it into Emily’s field of view... The unblinking girl is drooling a little. Carl studies the design. ‘Merciful Christ.’ ‘Right?’ He takes a closer look at her face. ‘She’s a pretty one, too.’ He runs a thick thumb along her slack lower lip for a moment, and then slips it inside her warm mouth. He bends close to her ear and whispers, ‘Suck.’ After a moment, her lips tighten around him,. Her blouse ripped open. Her bra gone.But it was an alien, why would it want her in any physical way?She looked back to the destroyed ship. She saw a burning arm laying partly out of the ship, fingers only numbering three. Whatever it was must have died in the crash. This creature wasn't and alien.She suddenly felt cold fingers at the base of her right thigh going up to her ass cheek, she felt the hand squeeze her nice round ass.It is, or was at least, human.Whatever kind of monstrosity still. She had been away all week and on saturday a mate from work asked me over for drinks that night. she wasn't due home til monday so i thought "what the heck" i got there about 8 with a slab of southern comfort cans. we cracked one each and started drinking. my mate decided he wanted to get some girls around so he phoned one of his friends. we drove down to the pub to pick her up. we weren't expecting it but she insisted on bringing a friend. when we got back everyone decided to hop in the spa. Nodding away Thomas went to Kings Street but again was stopped by a guard who refused him to pass and so he went to the Strand and entered The Duck Inn, where he had a drink and listened to the conversations going on."I tell yous, the guards found someone with powder." One man said."Mark my words, there is treason discovered, in which the King and the Lords should have been blown up!" another mention which started everyone talking.One man looked at Thomas, "What says you?" He asked.Thomas shook.