She was moaning softly. She asked me if I could apply to massage oil in her waist. She told me it’s on the table.I fetched the oil and I said it cou...d spill on her saree and blouse. I had no second thought till that time. Then she moved her hands back and unhooked her blouse and told me to do gently. As I was massaging I slightly moved her blouse towards her shoulder so that I could massage her freely.I moved downwards to her waist. I moved her saree a little downward. I could see her purple. After making minor adjustments I sat down on the bed to put on the stockings, the sheer feel of them like exquisite silk as they gently slid up my legs enclosing them in their soft material. Attaching the stockings to the suspenders I stood up and couldn't resist having another look at myself in the mirror thinking about how he'd find me dressed up like this awaiting his pleasure, I shivered deep inside as my thoughts sent signals to my pussy to start becoming moist and hot.Sitting on the edge. Is this correct?"Yes," I had to agree.You are human. How much less would they trust a form of life that is not human? How much more would they seek to confine it, neutralize it, destroy it? If I became known these humans would make war on me. I do not wish for war with humans, I will not fight but neither do I wish to be attacked. That is why I will not reveal myself to others."You spoke to me," I said.When first I spoke to you I was but newly aware and did not recognize fully the risk I took.. I close my eyes. I see her. On her back. Panting. Her legs spread, Me ramming into her. Our sweat mixing. The feeling of climaxing. Her beautiful green eyes looking deep into mine. And a shaking voice pleading “Yes dad, fuck me, please fuck me!’ I did. That I did.***July 18th 2019:Work has been relentless. Returning from a trip abroad, I arrive at our house at the outskirts of the city. Nothing special, but a nice, spacious, inviting home. My suitcases follow me on my way to a hot.