And don't mention it again. I'm sure you're disgusted." Actually, not really." Excuse me?" I'm not disgusted at all." I appreciate that," she replied ...houghtfully. "Even though you don't mean it." Why would you say that?" Because of the way you looked at my bed."For some reason, I felt a strong desire to comfort my mother in her moment of self-loathing over her beautiful bodily functions. The best way was the truth."Honestly, I think it's hot."Her eyes widened in surprise of my candor. My. ” My legs circled his waist.But he was in no mood to answer. He wasn’t answerable to anyone. He wanted more.He settled between my thighs, pushing himself inside my burning vagina. He began to move his dig inside, slowly.“Too slow. You’re torturing me.” I moaned after a few moments. I clutched his butt, trying to keep him deep inside me.He groaned, “It’ll be my way and it is better this way.” He continued his slow movements, all the while repeatedly flickering the tip of his tongue against each. She wanted to be a slut for a weekend. More importantly, the more she got to know me and my interests, the more she wanted to be my slut. Now we were in a hotel room in Baltimore, about to pleasure each other. It was 8:00 p.m. Gail wore a white, short sleeved blouse, tight jeans and sandals. Her short blonde hair was now longer, very blonde and tied back in a little pony tail. She wore no make-up and, to me, had curves in all the right places. She was on the thin side and tall, taller than me.. "Steve leaned back, and said, "Actually, I know all about it. I have to warn you, it's not a happy thing. Let me start with my story, and tell you how I got here, and who sent me." Steve told them of waking among nearly a dozen beautiful women, none of whom wanted his attention, except for a dose of what his balls put out. He skipped the slavery part, and jumped ahead to the call from Tau, explaining to the two shocked men exactly what those odd activities during the alien's welcome video.