The TG Limits: Aliens, Aliens...By Lessy StevensTom Pierceson drove down the dirt road wearily looking for a place to park and take a nap. His job as ... journalist for the LA post led him to a small town in Smallcreek, Indiana, where there had been many reports of strange lights seen in the sky the past few weeks. The sky was clear and quiet on this moonlit night, and only the rattling sound of the Chevy pickup Tom drove, could be heard. He finally spotted a clearing off to the side of the road. ”Go and dress but keep our cum in your mouth for as long as you can” said Daddy softly. “Do your lipstick but don’t brush your teeth” he added “we want to see you kissing John with our cum on your breath” he said stroking g my face. I did as he asked and wriggled back into my micro skirt, straightened my panties and got ready for Johns return. No sooner had I refreshed my red lipstick than the bell rang and he was stood at the door. I opened my mouth to show Daddy and Pawel the stringy globules. Don't stop bitch suck it all out and swallow every damn drop...'As he held y head, he continued to spurt copious amounts of his seed into my oral cavity, I gagged as I tried to swallow as much of his substance as I could. Finally he pushed my head away and I fell to the floor coughing and gagging as I tried to clear my throat of his thick substance. The other four had waste no time in getting out of their pants. Poor Robert had been dropped in a heap in a corner near the door like a rag doll.. “Yes, that’s what your dad said,” I said.“I would really like you to come,” she said, and she smiled.“Need me to walk you down the aisle?” I said. I was being serious. “Give you away and stuff?”“Well, I mean...” she started. I waited.“I already have dad to do those. But, I would like you to be at the head table with us, the family,” she said. I smirked.“I’ll try to clear my schedule,” I said. “It’s supposed to be on the 29th, right?”“Clear your schedule? And, yes, the 29th,” she said.“Yes, I.