I can see her wet cheeks and the moonlight sparkle in her tear-filled eyes. No words, no movement just looking at her.“You scared me earlier today.... When you did not come back to the car. I was worried something had happened to you. All I could think of was how I failed you by not protecting you from any type of harm.”Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on my knees then perched my chin on my folded hands. I see tears well up and roll down her cheeks.“But sir, I was tryin…”“DO NOT try to. It was when she slid her hand over the cushion that she found the large wet spot covered with her juices. She sat there almost in shock, trying to come to grips with what had happened and worse, what might happen. Luckily it was Saturday and she didn’t have to go to school and try to teach 25 first graders. It was her need to pee that finally forced her off the couch. She stumbled to the bathroom took care of her needs.The rest of the day Suzanne was in a daze, her mind constantly going. You know it’s a much more tactile culture. Don’t worry. I know I can trust you darling but please be nice to him. If you have to flirt a little without him I could be out of a job.”Tactile culture she wanted to scream it wasn’t your tits and arse that his hands were on. Flirt with him does he think I’m some kind of whore. She should have got a taxi home but instead she meekly agreed to go out.Ulu and Kelly got ready together.“Try this.”Ulu handed Kelly a white dress with a split down to her. Their long, soothing purple colored tentacles, always glistening with slickness, bobbing and swaying and stroking at me so lovingly. There was nothing about the fantasy that scared me, in fact, it was such a turn on that I'd be forced to change panties at least twice a day just from thinking about it. These creatures, whatever they were my imagination had seemingly come up with, were perfect and gentle and loving with me in my dreams. They took care of me in more than just sexual ways. As a.