The proportions were so off it wasjarring. Worse, his piss slit extended way underneaththe head. It looked more like a gash than a slit. I feltlike a ...ick-wad but I simply buttoned up and got thehell out of Dodge.In a situation like this, looks weren’t all thatimportant, unless it was a joint where the managementlet you mill around, scope out someone of interest, andsee if they would follow you into an adjoining booth. Icould do all right in the that kind of joint. I wasn’tRobert. “Ann, can I talk to you about something?” he asked.“Sure baby, you can tell me anything.” I said, hearing concern in his voice.“You know this…game we play. Where we pretend that you’re my…my mom?”“Yes baby?”“I…I love being with you, you’re so hot and beautiful and you remind me of her but…I can’t stop thinking about her.”I moved then turned onto my back, it was hard to move because of my belly but I wanted to look at him.“Was it something I did, or didn’t do?” I asked. I tried to satisfy Jake. “Don’t worry! It takes a lot to getme off.”“Good,” Susan agrees. “Because we can’t have you spurtingall over yourself.” And then she adds as an afterthought,almost under her breath. “At least not yet, that is.”I can’t believe the suggestion Susan just made! I wonderif this means we might see him. I suddenly have adisturbing thought that an ejection might be part of theexamination. The thought makes me even wetter.“Tell me. I saw, in the very faint light inside the barn, thatI was lifted up and moved close to the place where thetentacles started. I felt weak after my powerful orgasm, and I couldn’tthink of anything. I was wet from both my own sweat andfrom the slime of the tentacles. Small, cold, dry handskept me hanging on in the air, and as I glanced down, amuch bigger tentacle started to rise from the body ofthe huge alien that I could bearly see in the darknessof the barn, and I was lowered at the.