She sang words in an alien tongue. They sounded like the sweetest, purest notes, but with dissonant harmonies like metal coming together in a car cras.... She made strange motions with her hands, as if she was dragging her claws through soil or clay even though there was nothing before her but empty air.Glistening threads, like angel hair or the finest spider silk, drifted down onto George's chest and shoulders. Where they touched him, they sapped his strength and left behind a state of pleasant. I think about the sex and decide that it was good enough to be a fool this once and dial the number. "Hello," a smooth deep voice comes through the phone and sends chills straight to my pussy. I say, "Hello," and ask to speak to the right man for me. He tells me, "You got him." At this point I’m not sure what to say but he saves me by asking can he take me out to wine and dine me tonight before fucking my brains out. I know it seems disrespectful but that shit turns me on something fierce and I. "Are you crazy?" I asked. She shook her head no."They'll never know . . . I swear," she purred against my ear again and then kissed the side of my throat.Trish was only nineteen, but she was a hot little piece, with a magnificent set of hooters and a nice round ass. Yeah, you notice things like that when your sisters forget you're a man, and walk around in all stages of undress.I watched her green eyes, but felt her hand working to undo my belt and then my pants. When they were open, she. "Marcie, are you serious about spiking the punch?" asked Beth."Yes Beth, we're serious. How else will we get to see Jim's cock?" Marcie replied."We'll just have to make sure we don't drink too much punch," stated Sandy."Beth; Sandy; relax. Jim doesn't drink at all so he should loosen up pretty quickly," said Jill."I'll bring a half-pint of vodka with me," Marcie informed them.The bell rings, ending their lunch period. As they leave the cafeteria, Jill says, "Plan on being at my house at 4:30 pm.