She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex.Demie kills people, but she can make herself ...ook (and feel) like any girl I want! But is it worth it?---Five weeks ago...Abe Sorensen walked into his apartment through the damaged front door. Goddamnit! The place was a mess. He quickly grabbed the phone and called the cops. As he waited for them he went over what was missing, moving through the apartment as he did so. His TV, his dead. He and Braxley looked out the portals towards Earth and could see, even though they were several hundred miles above the surface, the crater left by the meteor. They could also see an odd orangish glow moving outward from the crater. Communiques to SCC provided no assistance; they were aware of the orange cloud but anyone sent to examine it failed to maintain communication contact. Over several hours, the pieces began to come together. Whatever that orange cloud was, it was deadly to. He then stood, wrapped his strong arms around me and slide his hand under my top.As I felt the now familiar bulge grow against my stomach, I coyly asked, "you happy to see me or what?"His only response was to yank my uniform top over my head, quickly followed by my sports bra. My skirt and panties were rapidly added to the pile. Still not saying a word, he ran his hand down the crack of my ass and slipped his fingers into my sopping wet pussy from behind. I was so wet, his thick black fingers. “You like watching it as much as me,” he replied, “especially those fellas with the huge cocks. Come on Baby, get these panties off.”“Oh alright,” she tried to sound exasperated, to cover the thrilling sensations he was causing. She would only admit to herself that she was as much becoming an addict to porn as he was. As surreptitiously as possible she managed to slip her panties off and put them into her handbag. “Happy now?” She said.“Now your bra,” Peter demanded, replacing his hand between.