Sorry i’m dragging your focus away but what to do, she’s that tempting. There’s no way i can go and talk to her straight because every one knows... what do i gotta do with her because i nor my mom ever talked to her. People would have doubted right then and there that something is wrong with this guy. But yes, sometimes my mother used to talk to her if they come face to face. And that occasional talking, opened a door for my cock to enter her pussy. Once i saw her talking to my mom. Later my mom. Harry Turner. I learned a lot by watching my dad and Uncle Walt fix everything on the farm that needed fixin'. By the time I went to high school in Beverley Springs I could milk a cow, plow a row, frame in and mount a door or window, run in a grounded circuit and hook it up to the breaker box, rebuild our lawn mower, Blow a stump with a quarter stick, kill a deer, butcher it or a hog and prepare the carcass for the smoke house. I didn't much like doin' the laundry but I helped out all I could. Our bags in hand, we strode over to the reception desk."Hi, can we get two rooms for the next two nights?" I asked the woman sitting behind the desk."Actually, just make it one room," said Lorraine. I shot her a dirty look. "What? I'm just going to end up spending all my time in your room. You should know by now that I need constant adult supervision. Besides, this is cheaper."I rubbed my forehead and turned back to the receptionist. "One room, make it a. That is one of the reasons I came to you."I nodded partly in agreement with his statement and partly to show him I was actually listening to him. He was now totally matter of fact, almost like a college professor giving a lecture. "Somehow the portal knows their hearts and minds, and if they are truly willing sexual slaves - male or female - the portal brings them back to our dimension. It isn't just for our pleasure, though that it part of it. Our species has no...." He paused as if.