I eyed him for a second but he was pushing close to 300lbs and I really wasn't interested in trying that because I figured he would never be able to t...rn me on. So before I called the night a wash I went outside for a cigarette with my beer. The leather clad gentleman followed me out. He came up to me as I lit my cigarette. He commented on how we were the only guys in "gear" at the bar. He asked if he could feel my jumpsuit and ran his arm down my chest and stopped just before my crotch. "Sexy". Wait, what do you mean?” “Oh, nothing. Anyway, I’m going to use your laptop to check my email. Come with me if you want and sit in the other room”. The realisation and horror then dawned on me that I had accidentally left a browser window open on my laptop – one that would probably get me into hot water: the amateur wives photo gallery. “What the fuck have you been doing?” shouted Sally as soon as she had sat down to the computer. “Ha! I’m sure my Sis will be thrilled about this!” She was. "I know," she said. "Jack, will you please do me a favor?" What Kim." Please don't call it my cunt. I don't like that word... it sounds so dirty." What do you want me to call it? Vagina sounds too clinical."Kim thought for a minute. "Call it my pussy or," remembering the name her babysitter Mary used, "my kitty. And I will call yours, your dick or cock, unless you have another name you would prefer."Jack laughed out loud as a litany of possible names for the male sex organ ran through his. The Parrot Fish's defense shield was up, so the aliens were not able to damage our ship, but their fire was relentless. After trying for half an hour to get the aliens to talk instead of fight, Barret lost patience and returned fire. This time, his bullets bounced off the alien ships as if they, too, were impervious to incoming fire.This was producing no useful results at all, so Barret cloaked Parrot Fish and tried to escape. There was a short delay, and then the aliens began following him..