The environmental pollution created within this process, resulted in all the females to be unfertile. By now, this species was close to be extinct. I ...hanged to a camera that is placed within the holding area of the alien. Up to the point of breeding, we keep it there in a sleep like state in order to keep it safe and do all the necessary examinations. The alien has a body similar to a scorpion and a head similar to a grasshopper. It has six legs and two claws. However, as we could observe,. ’ Patrick washed each item as Benjamin handed it to him. ‘Eggs with bacon?’ ‘Sure.’ Benjamin fetched his wine glass from the living room. ‘How much did you drink last night?’ Patrick asked as he finished washing. ‘Just a glass of wine.’ Wine that tasted funny. ‘Why?’ ‘You looked a bit flushed when I came home last night.’ ‘Who knows?’ Benjamin shrugged. Francis does, he thought with inner certainty. Patrick dropped the mater and gestured towards the refrigerator. ‘The bacon is in the meet tray.. I had no prior experience to hinge this on.All I could sense for sure is that there was an absence of the notion of passing time. It either had stopped, or never was, and it felt very satisfying. I felt absolutely free. Yet my penis felt totally useful, in fact purposeful as never before; perhaps I was a penis.The nymphs took me to heights of passionate exchange I can’t fully recount now, probably for good reasons. But I know I made love to all of them and somehow it seemed as if it happened. ” I said unbuttoning his shirt. Logan removed his shirt and tie, dropping his pants to the ground. I led him over to my desk, closed my laptop and moved it to the side. I pushed my name plate and folders out the way. “Fuck me right here.” I ordered. I sat on the edge of my desk, my body facing the window, Logan’s back to the window. I spread my legs, laid back on the desk. Logan ran his fingers over my clit.“Spit on it.” I said.He smiled, rubbing my clit before bending down and spitting on it..