She and I ended up at lunch to discuss a few interviews and share our notes. Halfway through lunch she gets a text or email on her phone and is clear...y pissed after reading it. I see her whole demeanor has changed and ask whats wrong. At first she says she doesn't want to talk about it then tells me that her husband just messaged her that he moved out the last of his stuff. Here is the conversationme- I am sorryHR- no he was the worse husband Ive hadme- ohh I didn't know you had been. As my orgasm gradually subsided, I became conscious that Andrew had his hands grasping my butt cheeks, holding me tight into my wife. I also recognized he had one of his fingers buried inside my anus to his knuckle, applying pressure to my expended prostate. I realized he had added immensely to my incredible, mind-blowing orgasm. I got up with my legs unsteady and shaking to see that Andrew's face was drenched in my cum. He gave my wife's little clitoris a few licks and then sucked on it hard. But why?" I managed to gasp, as reason was beginning to fail under this erotic assault."It's a good idea; we WANT you to understand us." Said the one who I think named herself Clara. Her sister was giving me an impossible, three-tongued blow-job, as she stroked and nuzzled. "Your government is afraid that we're a threat toNational Security; and captured our parent, and sent us here for study in secret - they don't know what to do with us, what to make of us."We'll prove to you that we're. Please don’t sit on my face, please don’t sit on my cock. I can’t stand it.’ This got us all laughing and we quickly followed him upstairs into the bedroom. Here we put our plan into action. I stood to one side and began to kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He was not slow in responding. Looking down I could see that Jo had taken his shoes and socks off and undone his trousers. Her eyes were glowing and I knew she couldn’t wait to get a glimpse of his manhood and to taste it in her.