Sam replied, “No problem” but had a worried look on her face. I crept back into my office and started to see what I had to contend with..I was fam...liar with most of the stuff and could adapt to the rest, I thought, just as Sam came into my office. “I’ve managed to find you lodgings” she said in an almost apologetic voice, “You’ll just have to try them until we may be possibly able to find you somewhere else”. She handed me a piece of paper, with an address, “She’ll be expecting you this. There was a white, sticky material that Jack prodded next. Soft... liquid... almost gelatinous. He tentatively lifted a globbet of the fluid in the air onto the stick."It... It could be alive? Extraterrestrial, alien life?!" Apparently so. The fluid was something like syrup, yet more viscous, definitely gelatinous. It was a pale, milky white. Almsot transparent when thinly spread, but cloudy in larger clumps. He watched fascinated as it flowed and oozed down the stick with a slithery, yet. That is your signal and you move in pushing your dick into her wet and waiting cunt. Thrusting hard your body pushing her into the wall for support. She cannot move or get away and you take her with a force and need that you have never experienced in your life. The need to empty your load takes over and you pump harder and faster. She is moaning and you feel her knees shaking the pressure of your body pushing her against the wall keeps her standing straight up. She lets out a loader more. Her woman’s hair was closely trimmed and as black as that on her head. Letting her fall back to the bed, he moved lower, spreading her thighs wide as his mouth moved over her taut belly and between her legs. Violet left his lips moving over her stomach and as his breath feathered over her woman’s mound, and tried to sit up to stop him. ‘What are you doing?! My husband never — ahh!’ His mouth felt incredible, instead of pushing him away as she had intended, her hand was now clutching his wrist.