For in my case through absolutely no fault of my own my cockiness comes with a small 'c'. Perhaps I overcompensate with my linguistic predilections." ... was so far out of my depth that I did something so uncharacteristic that I surprised me. "Just to show you that my intentions are strictly pleasurable..." I fished a pen out of my pocket and flipped over a Guinness coaster.Bearer is entitled to one hour of lingual expertise, or until completely satisfied.I placed it in her hand, gave her a kiss. I now have seventeen wives, but I have a little alien spread out across my back that loves me, and I love her, and ... I feel the same way about Ship. I’m fucking screwed in the head. Little One is roughly the size of my two fists, and when spread out across my back in her semi-solid state, is hardly noticeable, but she knows my every thought, and I can feel her thoughts. I don’t have any secrets from her – hell, I can’t have any secrets from her, even if I wanted to.She saved Arlene’s life –. "Sirens? Maybe they'vefound something." Looking up the ramp toward the main level, he could see police cars pulling out of their awkward parking places and headingfor the streets.Pete started to speak but his cell phone chimed at that moment. Heyanked it out, a little annoyed, but remembering Kelly's call toRichard, he suddenly felt hopeful. He looked at the number. Notrecognizing it, he put the phone to his ear and pressed talk.Richard stepped between Pete and the reporter, pulling both girls. He felt groggy and againheard the imaginary vixen purring in his ear about how pleased she waswith him. He was coming along nicely. Time reached down to scratchhimself and almost jumped when he felt something silky wrapped aroundhis dick. He sat up and blinked at what he saw. Not only was hewearing the silk panties again, but he was also laying in a pink pet.Tim reached down and felt the panties and noticed that they were somehowcompletely clean but again heard the vixen urging him to be.