“You have the devil’s own luck, Howard,” Jennifer told me the following Friday night as we held each other in the afterglow of an intensely sati...fying coupling.“Why’s that?” I asked.“Old prune face was of a mind to dismiss you for incompatibility with the staff ... mostly the Hatchett to be honest. However, when she caught her in mid-rant on the stairs and about to lay a blow on you it was obvious where the real problem lay,” Jennifer replied. “As soon as it was known she was gone a lot of. We would have had a lot more fun in the past year.”I asked, “Did you two set this up?”Stella said, “I’m responsible. I made my husband place that bet and I made him loose too.”I said, “What! He lost on purpose. Why?”Stella laughed and replied, “Because I’ll let him fuck my ass once a week for the next three months.”I again asked, “And he lost on purpose for that? I get anal whenever I want it.”Stella replied, “Maybe you do but he doesn’t. If you don’t believe me check the deck. His five cards. As much as this contrasted with his macho man persona, it felt pretty good, and he let out an unbecoming sigh as the alien leaned down and dragged her hot tongue across his throat.He felt his spine rise off the bed as her teeth glanced his neck, hard and sharp, not enough to break the skin but enough to sting. It was as if she were advising him to stay still, and he complied, verbal communication out of the question with no common language. He was a little afraid, she was so large and heavy in. She so wanted more of the incredible feelings she had discovered today, but she must not touch herself, her mother had instilled this into her from an early age. Even in the fathers sermons at church he had become so serious and said punishment would fall to those who partake in self masturbation.Gem in her dilemma turned away from her wanton body and searched out her clothing for the day. Now she had just finished school , she could wear whatever she pleased. Slipping her panties on, she.