I looked out the window at the day wasting away, and then, in a last ditch effort to not lose my entire day, I just dialed a number in the section. �...Morning. CIM plumbing how can I help you?” I explained my dilemma and the young lady on the other end of the phone, polite as can be, said, “Sure, we can have someone there in, say, 30 minutes. Is that OK?” I was sputtering, “30 minutes? Really? Sure. Please!” With that I hung up the phone and waited. I thought I was going to be waiting an hour. There were clues, a rumpled outfit, and the dead giveaways. Like the girl yesterday rushing to her car with cum still dripping down her legs, leaving little puddles with each step. We averted our eyes, somehow unable to speak as the tentacles drew us nearer, claiming more and more. It was so shameful, not that we had been taken, but how each of us enjoyed it. How readily we submitted, twisted to the will of these monstrous abominations, cum drunk and depraved enough to collaborate as the. I bring her up with my arm that was under her and bring her to my chest. Holding her tight and kissing her, her arms around my neck and head. We hold each other for a few minutes which felt like an hour. It is her turn to care for me as she needs to, being who she is. She stands before me removing her boots and her leggings. She almost falls during the balancing act as I reach out to stabilize her. We laugh at the moment and she says 'well that was sexy'. Maybe not to her but to me it is. I asked him if he would like to show me his village with an exchange of some money. Next day I told my friends that I had a different plan to see somewhere else and stayed in until the boy came to fetch me. After a rich breakfast session we disappeared in the forest and came by a small pond and a waterfall. He said we could stop there for a swim here. I happily agreed and we took off our clothes as noone was around. I was all naked but the boy was wearing his white underpants. The water was.