But that anti-seizure pacemaker does more than that, W. It stops an alien memory wipe.I know that sounds like I’ve stepped off the deep end and went...straight to the bottom, but listen to me. These alien abductions are real– at least mine was. They scooped up six of us– three men and three women. I was just getting ready to go to sleep when all of a sudden I was in this huge place with five other naked people and a bunch of grey things.One of the little gray people walked up to us and said,. Sat there face-to-face with Brandon, despite my earlier suspicions about the guy, I found myself openly sharing with him about the highs and lows that I’d felt through our six-week adventure with Francis. There was something in Brandon that made me want to trust him, as I looked into those blue eyes of his which sat so strange in his handsome black face. (Later on, as we drove back I found myself thinking back to that scene in the Jungle Book where the python hypnotizes Mowgli with his. Deepa’s face was fighting the urge of laughter and pleasure at my navel-sucking.I began pulling off the saree that remained around her Cushion like ass and lower half. Soon she was only standing with a black panty in front of me. She had a hour-glass figure. I rubbed that top part of her pussy to stimulate her sexual urge and let my fingers play across her tight vagina. Soon her panty became wet with excitement. I removed her the panty down her long legs and round thighs , to reveal a brown. The sound of the radio playing at the lowest volume was the only one in the otherwise quiet house. “What?” I asked, knowing that someone needed to say something. “Nothing.” she answered, leaning against the fridge. “Just wondering when you’re going to tell me ‘We shouldn’t be here.'” I grinned, leaning back against the sink. “Will it do any good?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. She returned the smile, shaking her head. “No – I really don’t think so.” Reaching over she switched on the kettle..