He never was. I always blamed him of being a pig. The first time we met was when I was eight, he was ten. I had been bullied - I never used to have an... friends, not now, not then - and was crying in the woods outside my village. Lex was hunting - I didn't know then, but I'm telling this now - with his father. Lex believed me to be a wild boar. He told me I sounded like a pig when I was crying. And I said: "The only one here, who is a pig, is you." His father slapped me lightly, and I thought I. " Ok why don't we touch ourselves whilst we watch each other" Mom tossed her blonde hair to one side and pulled her top totally over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Her pert tits and long nipples were staring me in the face, I'd have agreed to anything right there at that moment."Wow wait mom, I need some clarification on this. What do you mean? how will this work. I just throw back the covers and get myself off???" I asked."I'm sure we can do better than that she said, but no touching. When the gyrations seemed to peak, I moved to her clit and sucked as hard as I could, and even though her legs covered my ears, I heard her scream and her body contracted violently. The spasms lasted a long time and then started to diminish, till even her hands released my hair. I continued to lick her, but stayed away from her clit and went progressively slower.I looked up and took her legs and brought them back toward the floor. Then I crawled across her sweating body and kissed her lips. She. Wherever we looked there was activity, support staff and crew hurrying back and forth performing innumerable jobs and tasks, some drove down the central street in what looked like little golf carts or airport shuttles. They were almost all human, but the occasional alien could be seen commuting, their large frames standing out between the scurrying earthlings. After some time wandering and exploring, our little group found itself in the recreation center, which was a long, flat building where.