Oh yesss," moaned a sexually excited being-fucked Vivian.Then she heard someone calling her name."Vivian. Vivian," called out the voice.It sounded hoa...se but also familiar. It sounded like the voice of her employer Principal Skinner. Her employer assumed by Crow Town to be dead. Vivian felt scared, her heart beating a little bit quicker.Oh no. My mind must be going nuts, Vivian thought.She wanted to tell Carlos to stop, as she heard this haunting familiar voice and that she was starting to hear. When we finally got on the bed, however, things went south very quickly. Not only did he have severe erectile dysfunction, but when I finally commenced fucking him, Gary was as animated as a sack of potatoes.Much to my relief, Gary thankfully departed soon after.A week later, when I again saw Declan at the bar, I told him my tale of woe.“It’s a pity that reality often does not live up to one’s expectations,” Declan replied in commiseration.As we continued talking, it soon became clear to me. The enemy did not seem to have any volition—they had been ordered to attack, so they did, until they were destroyed.It was a good thing that the laser shield was so effective, because the ships had to remain in absolutely stable and predictable orbits. Only by doing this were they able to avoid the solid slugs poured out by the Gatling Guns. A hit by friendly fire would have been immediately fatal, since the kinetic energy imparted to just one of the slugs was enough to blow a monster hole in. The woman would have drowned, her fingers still rubbing mindlessly against her vagina had I not intervened. I took her into my tentacles, inserting my phalluses into her holes in an act of mercy rather than arousal. She clutched against my mantles, the position the only thing that reminded me at all of Rachel. There was more than their appearance differentiating the women. Rachel interacted with me, her thoughts a rich tapestry of imagination. More than that, my constant companion interjected.