" Sir there is more, those creatures they have been warning us about. The T'Lari they are real..." Bullshit, they are a figment of..."General Short st...od up and looked at the man who was President and shook his head before he spoke. "No, Sir, they are real, and here's the GODDAMN PROOF." Slapping the 8x12 colored pictures down on the table that showed the half eaten remains of a human and several T'Lari he slid them across the table at the man.Thomas Kincaide paled as he looked at the pictures. The fog clamped its claws on Noelle’s mind as her hips took over, bucking her tentacle into Amy’s mouth. Amy snorted as the tentacle rammed in and out of her throat, but she didn’t pull away. She was still gripping the tentacle with a hand and began stroking it in time with the thrusts.Noelle threw her head back, grinning goofily and her tongue lolling out stupidly, as her mind reeled with pleasure. Every worry and thought fell away as Amy’s mouth became the centre of her universe. She moaned. His hands gripped the arms of the chair as I worked him. I could taste some precum and worked slower, wondering whether I was ready to take a load on my first blow. As I thought long about it, the stream of hot cum was flowing down my throat. My eyes open, I was taking it all. My lips glazed, I leaned over him again and shared another kiss. He gave his approval of my first-time efforts as he took mine in his hand, running his tongue around the head and just below. Then directing me to lie on. Tara wanted to know what was going on. Apparently Dad had literally dragged her out of bed and hauled her into the kitchen. Bringing Tara up to date took exactly two sentences. In even less time than that, Dad returned to the kitchen carrying a still-sleeping Angie in his arms. Dad had picked her up out of the bed, comforter and all. It trailed after him now like the train on a wedding gown. Tara hurried to pick up the end of the comforter and wrap it securely around Angie.Dad looked at me.“Are.