In the past that was always as far as it went, but this time she moved my hand under her shirt to her breast and then down to her pussy. She was smoot...ly shaved! Man oh man, everything was happening so suddenly. (I remember being amazed that women get so wet when they are aroused. Her panties and pussy lips and my hand were sopping.) I just enjoyed finally doing what any high school and college guy fantasizes about most of any given day. I just alternated back and forth between stroking her. “Did you make me pregnant? Am I going to have an alien?”She screamed in pleasure and pain while the tentacle entered her asshole. It was thrusting in and out of her. Her body was being used by this monster. She still couldn’t figure out if this was a deranged nightmare or if this was really happening. Her head felt foggy and her limbs were heavy. Her pussy and asshole were aching from the tentacles. It went on for hours and Amy was now wondering what had happened. Had this monster made. My own wedding ring with a single diamond seemed dowdy by comparison.Everything about me seemed dowdy by comparison, and yet, here she was, this gorgeous blonde with the palest blue eyes was leaning in, her lips inches from my skin. I could feel her breath of my neck as she whispered words into my ear.Her voice dripped honeyed words of seduction. I glanced at the clock on the wall above the bar. I wasn’t expected home for hours. Her index finger drew patterns on my wedding ring as she smiled. That Stanton — scared a century's growth out of me; she was bringing one three into the boat bay and she opened the throttle instead of closing it. She reacted faster than I did though but I'll swear blind another layer of anechoic and we'd have scraped. She smiles sweetly at me, says "Sorry 'bout that" and takes us 'round again and does it perfectly while I'm wondering if I'll ever get my drawers clean again. Bloody students; they'll be the death of me." At least you got a chance to gauge her.