His breath caught in the way that it would if he was about to speak, but after a brief pause, in which he said nothing, he shifted and pressed his sof... lips against her own instead. She gasped in surprise, but arched against him and returned the kiss in kind when his tongue flicked across her lips teasingly. Her tongue sought his, her fingers wove into his still-damp hair, and she gave herself up to the feel of him, his hands stroking her back, his taste in her mouth, his hard body pressed. Then the conversation turned to sex and my ears perked up.I recognized her voice - Irene Ward, my brother's current boy toy, was moaning how Ken doesn't seem as interested in her, now that he took her cherry.Then, Sherry Hasting asked, "Is he even WORTH staying with?"Irene said, "Well, I guess so. When he did it for me, he gushed so much of that clear stuff (precum) that there was very little pain, and he had plenty of spunk left at the end."The grass having taken effect, Sherry sarcastically. The smell of piss and cum mingling together like some loathesome stew makes me feel utterly disgusting. Yet, at the same instant, totally free. Should I feel guilty these demented thoughts? No. Master allows me the privelage of reconciling the worst filth with the knowledge that these lessons are meant to train me to become his (or who he sees fit) perfect subordinate cunt slave. My mind drifts amidst the worst acts one can do, or have done, to their bodies. One which is a recurring, appalling. "I know my daughter. She's spoiling for a fight with these beings..." And I am too, Baby. But she's not stupid. She knows how important it is to not warn these aliens that we're aware of them. Also, Ann has taken the risks to learn as much as she could about their mining operations. We've come to an educated guess about what the aliens are doing. For now, we'll go with that until, and unless, something comes up to change that theory. Gut feeling – they're going to attack Earth. We have no other.