Ever since I had seen Avatar in 3D 13 times, I was well in tune with the possibilities of the existence of strange aliens. (No, I was not rich—I wor...ed at the local cinema complex after school.)"You died in your former existence and were resurrected by us. Your essence has been transferred into a cyborg body so that you can serve your new masters. Ah, I can tell, you would like to resist, but there is no way that you can. Your AI (Artificial Intelligence) adjunct to your brain will not permit. She stands five foot four and weighs a hundred pounds even. Her perky tits are thirty four B cups so she rarely wears a bra. One evening she and I were relaxing with a drink after dinner. It was a warm evening and she had on a pair of skin tight white denim shorts and a white cotton tank top. Her tanned skin looked very sexy in contrast to all that white. Once I thought she was buzzed enough to bring up the subject I started telling her some of the things my buddies had said about her. I. I hung my head and half-heartedly covered my penis with my hand. I bent down to pick up the towel, pretended to slip, and fell on the floor. Steph started laughing. I slowly picked myself up, and bent over to grab the towel, waving my butt at my audience. I was laughing now. I tucked my junk between my legs as I whirled around and started dancing. Kim stood up and unhooked her towel. It fell, and she clamped her legs together and started dancing as well. Steph paused, and joined in. I wrapped. In the mean time, sarala went downstairs and brought the milk with a mini breakfast consisting of coconut puttu and fish curry. Again, I was amazed with the quality of the food and appreciated her mother for the tasty food she had prepared. Now, sarala said it she who prepared the food as her mother and my grandma had gone to a near by market for shopping and they will come only in the afternoon. She asked me what i would like to have for my lunch and i told her to prepare mutton curry with.