"Alien No 2. "That is alright but its skin flap is not as big as the others and it is just hanging down, not sticking out like the one with the female... It looks too flabby to sit on. Look! She is cleaning that other one again."Alien No 1. "Alright, set the capture device to bring the wet one aboard and I will find the computer language translation program so we can talk to and understand it."Fifteen Minutes LaterAlien No 1. "Well, I see you captured it. Make sure it is strapped tight to that. M. on Sunday.I lean back in the chair and took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and could feel my whole body humming. “What the hell is wrong with you, girl?” I said out loud to myself. I close my eyes, take another deep breath, inhaling slowly, hold that breath, center myself. As I exhale slowly, I see Mr. Darcy caressing my face and saying, “Good evening Jill” in that voice that runs over you in a waterfall, warm but forceful. My eyes pop open in surprise; what the hell was that? It was a. "No, no. I want to see you. Please?" I didn't touch her at all. A mere verbal interruption was all I needed. I hugged her again and unclasped the back of the garment. She moaned as the warmth of my mouth cradled her nipple in its slipperiness. Tiara pulled my boxers down the rest of the way and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.She stroked me slowly and stopped every so often to enjoy what it was I found myself doing to her. My lips encircled the bud of her nipple as I traced my tongue around. Marcy was sitting in a chair across the room from him, her laptop in front of her."Heather, what're you doing here?" I can't believe this!" Heather yelled, not completely in control of herself anymore. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Heather, please, calm down," Scott soothed."Don't tell me to calm down! Do you know what it's been like this entire week, waiting for you to come home, knowing you were here with her?"Marcy looked between husband and wife, her face scared. "Um, maybe I.