It was weird. Also, with yourpanties around your knees, you can't really run; it's kind of like bondage,in a way. He knew I was getting wet.He told me...to lay down on the table, and I did. I pulled my panties up towalk over, lay down, and pulled them back down to my knees. He told me tomasturbate, and I did. I put a long finger into my pussy first; I wasn'tready for the clit yet. I rubbed up and down, all slick and smooth and wet;my lips parted. I closed my eyes. I thought about myself, my. He tried to swallow several times to feel better but when he felt the heavy breathing Aliens cock start pulsing. Then it hit him the Alien with the green glowing cock was about to shoot his load down into his mouth!Cum squirted down Cartman throat spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum. Cartman could feel the jets of semen hit the back of his throat. He could taste it too as some had squirted onto his tongue with one of the Aliens thrusts. The Alien had started thrusting again as he came. While CSI's health insurance would guard him against financial ruin, it could not protect him from the pain of watching his life-partner slowly ebb away. He was with her every day, only coming to work as a way to take his mind off her ever-deteriorating health. She lived only seven months from the time she was diagnosed, and Buck was heartbroken when finally it was over. For all their bickering and constant nattering at each other, Buck loved her dearly and he had no idea how he would cope now. He fucks me but not with love. He does sex like a timetable. He fucks me at night and for 10 to 20 minutes.I didn’t find love from him. On another hand, Chaitanya impresses me with my favorite food and other stuff. But after marriage, I didn’t talk much with him.One day in the office, I started a conversation with him.Me: What’s your plan for the weekend?He: Nothing. No plans.Me: Come to my place. I will cook chicken for you.He: Yummy. You are married, so I can’t come alone. Your hubby may.