And she had a sort of dopey expression, like I have after I squirt my juice.“Are you ready?” she said.“Yes,” I said. I went to my pallet and t...ok off my robes, and by the time I was done, my pizzle was as stiff as a ramrod.I looked at the folds in between her legs. Beneath the mass of black, curly hair, there were two folds of flesh. I traced my fingers through them, and found the entrance at the base, almost at her back door.I slowly eased my pizzle in. She panted. The sensation was. As we all lounged around in Jane's living room, steadily reaching a state of alcohol fueled inebriation, Alex swaggered over to me, holding up his jeans as he did. "Hey" he said, infuriatingly self assured, "Alice, isn't it?" I felt so small, only just able to reply, telling him he was right. He wasn't nearly as drunk as most of the others so I offered him the bottle of scotch I had been sipping away at. He took a deep drink and smiled his cheeky smile. There were far more attractive girls at. His answer had been, " Just to know for myself what they are, and why so many are being reported as being seen. It's a fairly recent thing. There have been stories for possibly thousands of years, but, in the last 40 or 50 years, there have seemed to be many more sightings, and contacts made. I want to know WHY!!!" James, David, and Tod looked at each other, and then at Bruce and Lorene.Lorene smiled at the whole bunch of them. "They've been around the whole time. They just had more places to. Reaching over her, I pulled her shirt up so that her bra-covered portion was exposed, and started playing with her breasts while she bent over me. My main focus was her nipples, though I spent plenty of time fondling the fleshy mounds of her breasts. I even grabbed one of her nipples and pulled on it, causing her to yelp, then laugh. "That hurt!" she said between her laughs."Sorry," I said. I meant it. I've never understood why a man would hurt the woman he loved in sexual play. .