"It figures," she groaned to her husband, grinding herself against the music teacher's drawn-up nuts, "that you'd wind up in bed with a peroxide blond... bar girl. You drunk, you!" She jiggled her tits in front of Mike's face and coaxed him, "Go ahead, take a mouthful, son. They haven't been attended to by a real man in years!"Mike had been looking at Jeanne's small breasts, but he condescended to squeeze the older woman's tits until the dollar- sized nipples had been urged to full. The alien explained that the creature would soon send a strong hormone loaded gas into my air that would cause me to start to climax from all the friction in my reproductive tract. It seemed that this would cause my uterus to contract and relax. This started a cycle that I would climax hard then relax where the balloon could be expanded a little each time. That way the balloon like egg could be inflated stretching my belly. I didn't want to climax but once the cycle started I couldn't keep it. JoAnne sprinted for the elevator – this couldn’t be good.Get home. Get home. Get... The now familiar tingling almost overwhelmed her as the elevator door closed.She jammed the oversize hat on her head and slipped a hand inside the overcoat to push the skirt up and found ... nothing. No skirt, no shirt – her clothes had evaporated. She couldn’t stop to fight it – she began fingering herself furiously, three fingers slipping into her hole almost instantly. As the elevator crept up, she realized. I removed my shirt and helped her undress, First removing her shirt, and then her bra. I paid special attention to her virgin tits. They were small and pale, with pink erect nipples. They called out for my warm lips. “Suck them.” She ordered, holding them up for me. I obeyed. I took each one in my hand and sucked gently; making circles with my tongue around her nipple, and gently biting them and sucking a little more. I squeezed them in my hands and kissed them more. All this time she was.