"I'm finishing. Wait for me....The car leaves the main road and the two continue the conversation.- No, not Cléo! Stop, stop being afraid. See if it'... time tô give up.- Val, I don't look like I wanted. Still look like a fat pig - stewed, like I swallowed a pillow. - Kákáká... I love your images. Relax, who else do you think goes there? The little girls, the new ones... You see, the vast majority who go on that "farm" are all like us, even more worse...- And aren't you ashamed, afraid? Letting a. I felt somewhat embarrassed about the whole evening, actually. I managed to hide it though, or at least I hoped so. I didn't want to make Karen feel bad or anything; it was just me being me, as usual."Come on. We can watch your movie," she suggested with a small jerk of her head. "I'll microwave some popcorn." Popcorn?" I laughed at her. "And porn ... Gee. I don't know." Pop-porn, yeah!" Karen grinned at me and she was the one with the DVD/television combo in her room. All I had was my laptop. I felt him ejaculating load after load of cum inside of me, filling my mouth, anus, and vagina with gushing, sticky, warm alien seed.I saw it all, past and future splayed out in front of me in a telepathic beam, a vivid and vast hallucination pushed out to me with no more effort from Tattoo than a simple hello. It allowed me to see his perspective, the overwhelming need that caused me to drive in spindly tentacle after tentacle into my holes, leaving me quivering and coated in cum.It was this. I have been vomiting all evening, and I need to get some sleep or I'll be useless in the morning. I need something to knock me out and I was hoping you could find something at the pharmacy down the street."When she answered my knock at her door, she was dressed in the bathrobe that hotel offers to guests, and when it opened a bit, I could see that she was only wearing her panties. There was the smell of vomit in the air and she had a rash that spread up from her small but firm breasts to her.