John had loved Peter Frampton’s music. All of that seemed so long ago. Little by little things from his past were coming back. Sad and happy memorie... mingled and cuddled next to each other in his reminiscing. Maybe what he hoped for was to see some light at the end of the tunnel? Yes that would be something. A ray of hope, a glimmer of optimism for the future: that would be sufficient John decided. Bryan Ferry’s sultry voice had been replaced by Steve Marriott’s bluesy R & B vocals layered on. .We spent a few boring days together just watching TV until one day Cory asked me if I would like to play with the Sex Box I didn't know what that was but I was bored and said sure lets play! Cory brought out this gaming box it was like an XBOX but different he hooked it up to the TV and turned it on then put in a game...The intro showed aliens grabbing other aliens and fucking them my eyes grew big as I watched the screen and Cory asked me if I'd like to play I said sure why not I was in my. I knocked."Margret, I am home."I got an 'okay' but she didn't acknowledge me beyond that. Par for the course. I took a shower, unlocked my window and drifted off to sleep. My last though was of Zoe.Something was off. I knew where I was: back in my room. I could see my posters on the wall. But something was different. It took another few seconds to register the weight on my shoulder. It was still a little dark, so it took me time to identify the person sleeping against me. It was Zoe. I shook. "Come on... take it in your hand and give it a sweet kiss... !"Fiery little charges rippled through Karen's sensually alive curves. She had never held another man's cock, let alone kissed one... not even Steve's! But she had touched her tongue to Satyr's... ! Something dynamic impelled her to move on her knees toward the edge of the huge, rounded bed where he stood, some two-yards from their frantically groaning spouses. She reached out and gently grasped it, the heated feel of his solid.