The fury contained inside was gone now, latent, manifest, pyroclastic eyebrows arched, an old face lined with sedimentary strata – fragmented by eon..., by time unimaginable. Wild hair, storm-streaked and long, long – hanging like tendrils of smoke long. A coarse cloak or tunic, like burlap but woven from the fabric of… what? The earth? Woven from Time itself? Anna Podgolskiv was frightened. Frightened by limitless power confronting illimitable evil. Sorrow without end, without beginning. She. He held onto my head causing my to gag a little before letting me off his hard cock. I looked up to see Shans head hung back as he moaned, he had the shower positioned behind his neck letting the water flow down his chest and over my face as I deepthroated his thick shaft. I got into a pattern sucking his cock as deep as I could, my tongue licking at his balls before I stroked him following my mouth to the head of his cock. I kept my pace steady trying not to gag. Shane leaned over me to turn. "I have to see it... I have to know what happened. Why we gave up." I replied, examining the holographic screens hovering in the air in front of me. I wondered where the camera could have possibly been in either of the three recordings, but alien technology probably didn't have the same limitations as ours."You surrendered because of what you are; men. To resist us, you would need to resist your own intrinsic nature." No... there's... there's more to me than that!" I grit my teeth at Dr. Cox as. “Well, what have you been up to?” Casey eventually inquired. “Heh, not a lot, really,” Ethan replied, “I’ve been mainly just bumming around the house.” “You lazy bastard!” was Casey’s fair response. Ethan then began tickling Casey, as her cries of protest echoed around the room. After the short tickling bout, they settled into a comfortable spooning position, Casey wrapping her legs aroung Ethan from the back. They stayed in that position for at least an hour, making only small.