"Catch me if you can!" she called over her shoulder to watch him.Zach grinned as he pulled his shirt over his head. Even his muscles had muscles. The ...armth she felt in her stomach had nothing to do with the sun. She decided she didn't want to play easy, so she dove into a breaking wave and swam away from the shore.The shock of seeing the gorgeous view from her hotel window made her want to share it with someone. On impulse, she had knocked on the adjoining door to Zach's room before thinking. " Tom, get a hold of yourself!"Tom reluctantly released the body of Tricia. "What about him... her... it?"The mouth of the alien vainly tried to form words and fell flat on its face - breaking the Clinton mask."Tricia, lacks the intellectual power to operate my body, even with her own mind she was lucky to make correct change. We have evolved so far beyond the pathetic human race that to even speak or operate the complex mechanism that is our bodies takes more intellect that most humans could. “Get yourself a princess and you can maybe start your own warren.” He shrugs. I nod. It makes sense. Basically turn the poor girl into a baby making factory. Something else to watch out for. A shiver rubs through me as I step into the water. It’s cold! “Freezing.” I moan as I submerge. When I come back up I hear, “I’ll keep you warm, handsome.” In a husky voice. The big, blue Harper. Naked and wet and grinning. Her giant tits near my head. “I’ll take you up on that later, beautiful.” I grin. The pics were pretty average, but in one of them there was a picture of the photographers foot. The right one, petite and female. So I emailed her to say thankyou, and asked if she had another one, foot that is. Daft I know, but that is just my sense of humour. I received a reply confirming that she had another one identical, and from there on the whole thing went:"Really? Two right feet? Can I have a picture of them both together, please?" Oh dear, I meant they are a matching pair." And.