She smiled. "It's just a name, kind of a term of art. I've got a teen-age nephew." She saw my raised eyebrows. "My sister's kid. Older sister. Twelve ...ears older, actually. Anyhow, he's into science fiction everything—movies, TV, books, games, you name it—and he's always talking about LGMs. It means aliens, people—or things or whatever—from other worlds and all, they don't have to be little or green or even men, but they're often shown that way in the films, I guess to make them stand out more. ‘I’m staying in the city. I’m not saying we have to live here, but we should, it’s perfect. And I’m not saying I don’t want a house, I do, but right now we’re both working, and we both work in town, and why the hell are we moving so fast?’ I swirled around, placing my back against the wall under the window, grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her down onto my face, lapping her up as loudly as I could. Tony couldn’t hear all the slurping, but she could. ‘Oh my God, that’s amazing!’ she. Cindy looked aghast. "Wouldn't you rather sleep with a girl your own age?", she asked."I've never tried that." Never tried what, my dear?", asked Ms. Alsover, as she came back into the living room with a plate of warm toast."Cindy asked why I haven't slept with any girls my age", said Timothy, as he helped himself to a piece of toast.Cindy blushed as her grandmother looked at her. "What about you my dear?", Ms. Alsover asked. "Do you have a boyfriend?"Cindy turned a deeper shade of pink and. Then an idea springs into my fervent mind; taking the shoe I’m still holding I run the heel over the smooth orbs of my own behind, working it under the flimsy satin. With a shudder the tip reaches it’s goal, a little extra pressure and I’m rewarded as it slips partially inside my own rose. Oh. My. God. Catching my breath, I gently work it deeper, carefully so as not to catch myself on the thin point. Oh. God. With out realising my hips start to squirm as the sensations within turn my vision.