I am moving around inmy dark home. My tentacles going over my things. Things that don'tmatter anymore. This home is no longer mine. I'm worried. Peopl... aregoing to know I'm missing. I miss them already. But something isreassuring me. I should be scared but I'm not.As I crawl towards the door, my new tentacles struggle, but they liftme up higher. My little suction cups are sticking to the wall andholding me steady. I grab the latch and open my door. The moonlessnight and darkness welcome me. I. After several moments of French kissing my mother, I whispered ” Going to take a shower, Mom. ”“Ok. I will shower after you, sweetie. ”After I showered, I walked back into the room, a towel wrapped around my nakedness. I watched Mom blushing as she walked past me and closed the bathroom door. I dropped the towel on the floor and got into the bed. I turned the TV on and found a movie with a young couple kissing and cuddling on a bed. About 10 minutes later I heard the. She wants to make me feel safe and loved. Cared for and contented in the arms of a lover. I do.As our breasts rub and mold into one another's, I feel the hard points of her nipples seeking friction and attention against my own. I oblige them and for the first time I make a move on my own as I began to finger her swollen brown tits, pinching and pulling on those wonderful nipples. As I do Denise quickly brakes our kiss, throwing her head upward, arching her back. I lift my slight torso forward. "His first shift back went slowly, partly because he had a light load, but mostly because when he wasn't actually working on something, all he could think about was Riley and Curtis. Riley, mostly. He missed her, and there was, quite literally, nothing he could do about it for a long time. He had more vacation. Having his two week trip subtracted from his vacation account had only put a minor dent in it. But he couldn't turn around and take vacation again right away.To make matters worse, when.