" Oh." I'd been upset when we moved here from California. I'd had to leave my old school and all my friends. Dad didn't want to do that to me again. I...looked over at Traci. It was obvious that she'd figured it out, too."If we have to move, I'll understand," I said. Traci nodded.Mom smiled. "And I thought you didn't like to lie." It's a done deal." Dad said. "I quit two weeks ago."Thank you, God. Wait a minute. "Two weeks ago? Why didn't you say something?" That explained why they'd been acting. I spotted Karen a sixtyish GILF alone by a dollar slot machine. I sat down and we immediately began a conversation about how the slots were paying, how nice the casino was etc. I could tell she was one very classy woman, nice clothes, perfect coiffured hair, thin figure, white slacks and a very expensive blue low cut silk blouse. She was just the kind of woman I liked, petite, nice small pair of tits, and a tiny ass that was firm as one could get for a woman her age. We sat together for about. "Bullshit!" one said out loud. "No fucking way!" another said. "How much?" another asked."Think of it as an early Christmas present." I replied. "Its free for as long as you can fuck her."There were about 12-15 of them of various ages, some indigenous, some surprisingly young and a couple that were hard to gauge. I would say 70 years old."White cunt hey?" one of the indigenous men said. "aint never had that before. How old?" 38" I replied."Fuck a young one!" he replied. "I'm into that." And. It was slippery, and still coated in a copious layer of his ejaculate, hanging from the flared glans in thick ropes that broke to fall to her boobs. There was so much of it, designed to ensure fertilization of a massive female Krell, not a comparatively tiny human. She felt a sudden, perverse urge to taste it, her heart quickening as she dragged her tongue across the rubbery flesh. She scooped up a clump of the emission and rolled it over her tongue, sour, but not unpleasantly so. Something.