I didn’t even have the strength to look down to see what, or who, had come out of me. I was still catching my breath from the entire experience.The ...entacles in my hands let go, and I felt something fiddling around with my cunt. There was a small tearing sound, tentacles inserting something into my slit, and then retreating.And then I saw her. Or, I saw myself, if I had sky blue skin and ocean blue eyes. We were alike in many ways. The same hair, same jaw line, same body shape. But certain. K. Bishop, was a romance writer. It started out as a hobby in college and turned into another job. Much to the dismay of my fans, I only published one book a year because of my job and my business. A hushed squeal caught my attention. I looked over in time to see Marylyn hurriedly fixing her hair and checking her make-up in a hand mirror. Rolling my eyes, I pushed over a few books on the shelf to create a peephole. Matt stopped by the checkout desk giving Marylyn a charming smile as he talked. I sat back down on the couch waiting for her to get done. Finally I heard the bathroom door open, I turned to see her walk out and my jaw hit the floor. Her blonde hair was wet and hanging down around her face in a way that should be illegal. The jersey hide her pretty well but even I could tell she had no bra on and it covered her pussy by maybe a few inches. Those sexy legs were shooting out the bottom of the jersey just tempting someone with lesser control to go after her. This is the moment. I'm not sure which one of those two girls my stomach loved the most for their thoughtfulness. Dwayne demolished the second plateful almost as fast as the first one.I washed the dishes and Dwayne dried. It was the least we could do to show our appreciation, and it gave the girls a chance to relax. It also gave me an opportunity to pursue Dwayne's request to pull out before I came. I tried to get more out of him, but he wouldn't let on a thing. I just hoped that I had the strength to do what he'd.