Just the fact that when she called the PoliceI did not think I could convincingly say my name was Philip_Charles and I lived at Big Pond. What you see...is what you imagine! I took my eyes and imagination to Perth last week and although I did not intend it I was able to bring some impressions to share with you. You lucky sod!!First: I went into a two dollar shop to be confronted by a stunningly good looking girl. Her hair was piled up in a loose bun with hair escaping from the ties that bound it.. I used five of them which pretty well covered the whole bed. While I did that, Ken was watching my boobs swing around, and holding his cock and squeezing it but not jerking on it. I notice that he was dripping (for a boy) equal to as much as me. Hope it doesn't become noticeable on the carpet before we hit the bed.Before we jumped onto the bed, Ken spoke: “Andi, when you get on the bed, will you get on your hands and knees and spread your legs out so I can see every tiny bit of the pussy you. I lay there just thinking and relaxing and before I knew it I heard the soft sounds of the hybrid breathing as he drifted off to a much needed rest. I scooted up behind him and nestled against his back spooning with him and pulled a blanket up over us. I closed my eyes then too and I drifted off to dream land with him. While I was sleeping in such close proximity the weirdest thing happened. I began to dream, but that wasnt the weird part. I was dreaming but it was the most vivid life like. Justhow had I been drugged in the first place?The girl had never once touched my drink. But I couldn't believe areal babe like her could have possibly had anything to do withdrugging me. Maybe I'd been shot with a dart as we'd left the bar.But I hadn't felt anything. And that made me wonder if maybe both ofus had been taken. Was it possible aliens from outer space lookingfor experimental human subjects had abducted us?But where was I now?This certainly didn't look like the insides of an alien.