He could hardlybelieve how extravagant she had made his hair, as the turned back into athick helmet style, looking almost like it would pop off the he...d bandat any moment. Amazingly though, it barely flinched even when he movedhis head, instead standing tall a good four or five inches upwardsbefore perfectly transitioning into the mass of big thick curls that hadbeen thickly stacked in layers at the back of his head and flowed downpast his neck.He was accessorized in silver, as from his ears. The bluish liquid contained a rectal enhancer. Their rectal openings, sheaths and prostates were enhanced as their bowels were cleansed. Their anuses and rectal sheaths would have the sexual sensitivity of a female’s inner lips and vagina. Their semen production would be six times that of a normal male and their sexual rejuvenation would be within seconds if stimulation was present. Finally, The Aliens released a inhaler gas into each of their mouths. Their preparation was complete. The inhaler. Then the squelch of the first few beats of ‘Avenue’, punctuated by ecstatic samples from something quite different. She’d been looking forward to this festival forever. Or at least since she and her friends had booked tickets on the Net. Somewhere beyond the crowds was their tent where they’d spent hours chilling out to the sounds on their CD player, passing spliffs between themselves and giggling at the small things that somehow seemed so hilarious. Paul’s tee-shirt with the beer stain on it.. Her long lavender nails grazed his pale Celtic skin. A soft, guttural growl emerged from Patrick’s throat as her fingers slid down to his hairless scrotum. ‘Donnez-moi votre sperme,’ she pleaded. ‘All in good time, babe,’ he replied. ‘First I want to make your cunt drip.’ Patrick kissed his way to his wife’s familiar vulva. His skilled tongue work reflected over two years of practice in their marital bed. Gone were the nervous nights following their wedding when he was unsure of how to please.