Certainly not hung over.Who was this guy? I felt my crown, and the stranger did the same. It was thatched, like my chest with its now-rock hard muscle.... And my gut had shrunk and hardened, too. And below that, well, "The Little Guy" certainly needed a new name.A splash of cold water in my face did nothing to remove the stranger from my mirror or to return my face and body to me. I needed desperately to sit and think. Fortunately, I was planning something similar.The answer seemed apparent when. Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and she felt his hot, throbbing cock press against her face. An instant later he roared like a wild animal. She felt his cock flex hard and a jet of hot cum shot across her face. Then he plunged it back into her mouth again and she could feel it pulsing and spurting, squirting his load over her tongue and into her throat, while his hand gripped her hair tightly so she couldn’t move. His semen filled her mouth, hot and salty and sticky. The squirts of cum. ..” Stanley started, going into his explanation. The trio were then rudely interrupted by a wailing alarm that sounded through the ship.“Shit! We have a perimeter breach!” Delilah called out, leaping to the nearest holographic console to check the Sentries posted outside.“That’s not a perimeter breach alarm. That’s a hull breach alarm!” Jaesa stated, rising to her feet.“Checking all cams! Wait one!” Stanley replied as he brought them up on the feeds.Seconds later, the display showed five. Late that afternoon another bit of good fortune came his way when the owner of a local bistro took pity on him. Thereafter, a doggie bag was always given to him when Maxwell arrived at the back door of the bistro late in the afternoons. Life for Maxwell had definitely taken a turn for the better.*And so it came to pass that Maxwell and Georgie finally met one afternoon. Georgie’s apartment was very close the park and from time to time he would sit and read in the park. There was also another.