He felt like a joey in its mother’s pouch, the alien leaping at least ten feet straight up. There was a sound like creaking wood as she plunged her ...harp claws deep into the bark, latching on as she held him in one arm and gripped the tree with the other. She began to clamber upwards, buffeting him as he clung to her furry forearm for dear life, the ground below already so far away that slipping from her grasp would guarantee a swift death.Her coat was as wet as it looked, the fine, velvety fur. By the time we were sated, we just stayed nude in case the mood struck again and clothes were such a bother anyway. Mikey grew up in our dysfunctionsl relationahip which ended up in different corners of country eevery btwo or three yeard due to military requiremeents.Therefore, it really was not too unsual for Jen and I to fuck on the couch, the kitchen table or in the bedroom with the door open. When Mikey was tiny, I remember thinking, "What is the big deal where we fuck? This is hot!" when. His strong arm circled around my waist and pulled me into his embrace. Holy shit he’s not wearing anything. It was getting warm, was it the room, or is it just me I wonder? His skin was pale like moonlight, and his hair was still wet. For some reason I felt… protected with him. Gently, he kissed the nape of my neck and I shivered in response. “Are you afraid?” he whispered into my ear. “… not really, I feel safe with you,” I answered shyly. He chuckled in response. “I’m sorry,” he said softly.. ”“Yeah, I know, but--”“No buts.” His hand found its way beneath my underwear. “Except for this one.” He gave my cheek a pinch.“I have a lobster in my pants!” I wriggled away from his pincers and climbed on top of his stomach. He looked up at me. “I am glad you are filled with glee.”Straddling his torso, I positioned my crotch at the waistband of his boxers. “I’m also kinda horny.”His thumbs slinked towards my camel toe, which was squished against the soft happy trail below his navel. “Absolute.