There are stains all overthe inside of some of those panties, probably your favorite ones?" Sheasked with a rather coy smile."I have no idea." When in...doubt, plead the fifth. "I really don't know.I can assure you that I haven't been wearing them." At this I chuckled,hoping to cover up the bald faced lie, only last night I had worn afavorite pair of white lace panties to supper. "By the way, what,exactly were you doing in that closet?" Counter offensive, might have ahope of turning it around,. Then I passed out.I awoke with an angry scream of despair wet on the floor of the hanger when they injected adrenaline directly into my heart. I guess I must have been pretty out of it. They then strapped me to a gurney and carried me away sobbing from my love to be washed, strapped into a bed, fed intravenously, and sedated.While I was still strapped into the bed, they told me that they had seen me fuck the being via a remote camera they had placed in the hemisphere and heard my continuous. As from a distance she saw herself. The limp body. The closed eyes. A flash of green light had entered her skull. It had pushed back all that was fuzzy, dark or confusing. It had sent all her thoughts and doubts scurrying off like little furry animals.A green sun rose over her open, empty mind. A clean and clear day had begun.Her eyes flew open.A tidal wave of energy submerged her. Sweet sighing voices kissed her ears. They were voices she envied. They promised a sweetness she ached for. An. A painful sensation at first, but slowly gave in, to end up in a vortex of pleasure. She got on her four on the bed, while I began a continuous slide in and out off her ass, a bouncing bubble butt. This mature fucked like if she was riding a brand new fucking machine for the first time, moaning madly, which added up to my lust and pleasure by a great extent. My fat belly had failed to contribute, if I had to hold in this position, so she soon asked me to get off her, she on top .