We hit the apartment heading in two directions, her to the kitchen, me to the laundry room, each bent on keeping our lives neat and clean. I was foldi...g clothes. I could back up, look into the kitchen see Lena’s jeans-clad form busy at the counter, preparing a meal. Domestic bliss, it was.I finished my task of putting away folded clothes, went into the kitchen, grabbed my wife in a bear hug from behind. Sometimes she squeals and protests. This time she sagged back into my arms.“I love the way. “no” Maureen whispered“prove it “ Mike retorted.Maureen hooked her hand into her blouse and pulled out her bra strap.“matching?”Maureen let go of the bra strap and pulled up the thin side of her lace black knickers.“happy? You lose this year”Mike crossed the room quickly and snarled into Maureen’s ear.“i haven’t lost fuck all bitch, i asked a question now I’m going to show you who you really are, just a cheap fuck like your daughter”Mikes breath was hot on her neck, his presence was trapping. Her legs were shaking and trapped under the alien, who was leisurely straddling her body from behind. She looked over her shoulder and whimpered in fear as she observed the thickness of its cock. Her back quickly stiffened and her ring muscle tensed in expectation as she felt its cock pushing further down the stretched hole.Moaming and blabbering incompresensably, Agnes’s voice died as her chin crashed onto the floor feeling her insides expanding to unfathomable lengths. When her eyes traced. It wasn’t that her popularity would have saved her. But no, he’d calculated that the newsies could bring him down, which in retrospect was foolish of him as what records he had, showed nothing in this Cure’s past for him to be worried about when facing the media. Still, water under the bridge etc... “Your orders, Serenissimo?” Admiral Spake asked.“Move us into position to interdict Trialis and cut off the food supply to Vreekoos,” he replied.“Done,” Spake replied after a few transmitted orders.