We could have time here but nothing further.’ ‘Why?’ John asked, a dull ache invaded his chest at Ariana’s answer. ‘Because it won’t end w...ll hombre. It will only leads to lots of suffering for u.’ Ariana added ‘I think we should stop here for the night. We’ll chat again tmr ok?’ ‘Ok. Good nite angel.’ Was John’s simple reply. What Ariana could not see was the hurt in his eyes. John finally realized that the feeling he had for Ariana is deeper than he thought. The pain he felt was that of. His hand had found his throbbing cock once again and stroked it as he gazed at his daughter's distorted face. "You'd suck off your own son if you had one. It would turn you on if this was a cock instead of a cunt, wouldn't it!" He nodded. He dropped back on his elbow, almost lying down and watched her as she finger fucked her self and worked them both into an impassioned frenzy. "But you like to suck pussy just as much as you'd like to suck a cock." Her voice was a bare whisper. She fixed her. “Most likely Magic. Cosmics are extremely rare. Nearly one in a billion. Magics are closer to one in every half-million.” She placed the stethoscope on his chest. “Deep breaths.”Joey breathed in and out deeply several times.“Lungs sound good. No congestion.”A young girl came into the room. She was very pretty, with dark skin, hair, and eyes, and looked about sixteen. “Hi Mom,” she said.“Willow. Come in please.” She turned to the others. “My daughter,” she explained. “Willow, can you test him. Throb. Throb. Babbling turns into long, frothy gurgles. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to make words. I try to beg the xenomorph, beg. Beg. Beg but my tongue can do nought but poke stiffly against my bottom lip, I go muuuuuuhhhh, muhhhhhh, muhmuhmuhuhuhmuhhhhhhh. Throb. Throb.Eyes roll. Froth thickens. I can smell the Xenomorph’s hot leathery body now. His mighty hips rock back and forth a little, making deep rubbery squeaks. I put my hands together as if to pray, to beg, beg, beg no more.