I should have spent the past few weeks screaming about the impending alien invasion. Instead I rested, strangely confident in this extraterrestrial.I ...aid there, lazy floating when I heard him speak.Sex.In a word that was what he said.But what I saw.I saw his tentacles disappearing into my pussy and ass, driving in and out of each hole as he allowed them to swell up inside of me.I felt the ridges and bumps of his suction cups, remembering perfectly each place to touch up my thighs.I saw him. He searched for her around the house. She didn’t usually disappear without a text. He checked his phone to see if there’d been a message, but nothing.He was passing by the kitchen when he heard something unsettling.“Oh yes, you want it in my ass again Mr. Johnson? I think I need another load in my tight ass.”Brock rounded the kitchen wall and stepped outside to the backyard.It was a big lawn. He used to throw the football around with his dad all the time when he was a kid. There was a. "With that he began stroking long, hard, and fast, so much so I could feel his balls banging against me.He gave me another snort of poppers, and then said: "I'm gonna cum soon, okay?" Please, please cum!" I heard myself say as the rush hit me.I could feel his cock thicken and hear him moan and then, all of a sudden, I felt this spasm running through his cock and my hole. I could FEEL his cum splashing against the inside of me!!He spasmed like that at least 8 or 10 times. So much so I could. You must have climaxed at least 3 times before he came deep inside you. But now he has left you like this, doing God knows what in the kitchen. You hear a flush and realize that after all the beer you drank earlier, you have to go as well. In fact, as you think about it you become more desperate. He comes back with a smile on his face knowing full well your predicament. You growl at him, “I have to go!” He smiles. He swings a bandanna in his hand with a playful smile and then wraps it around.