I want to know you."Those words –-"want to know you" –- Brynn couldn’t remember having them said to him---ever!--- and they became claws that gr...pped his tender insides and were more warm drops to the basin of his being."Look Brynn, I'm a family man. Semi-retired. Own a home. Law-abiding.Trustworthy. And hell, you can end things anytime. C’mon Brynn. Everyone can do with … well … human contact.”That didn’t make sense. He was married and had a family. How could he not be getting his share of. He was biting down on his bottom lip. Nearly there. His hands clawed at her thighs and hers went to her tits, pulling on her nipples as she let out a cry, threw her head back, and went for broke. Then she was there … or at least on the brink … and Annälisa held herself there as she frantically increased the pace of her downward thrusts, wanting him to cum with her. His response was perfect. His breaths became hectic, a growl slipped past his thick lips, and then his orgasm erupted with. "Did we tell you this before the explosions in the sky?" she asked.The response came more slowly. "Perhaps, small part. Most after." Yes," she said. "Most after. That's why we didn't tell you the truth about the explosions in the sky at that time. We were afraid you wouldn't understand. We're still afraid you won't understand."She took a deep breath. "There are fifty of us on the mothership, Joe," she began. "Forty-eight of us think one way: we want to know you, to be your friends, to teach you. ” I waved my ring finger at him. “If she didn’t kill me one way, Marilyn would kill me another way!” He just laughed at that.As I talked to him, I had one eye vaguely on the young woman in the booth by the front door. I had taken my glasses off after sitting down, and didn’t bother putting them back on, but something about her seemed a bit off. Maybe it was the way she had her jacket wrapped around her, or the way she seemed to be holding her left arm, or the sunglasses she was wearing when it.