He greets the next day with another course of disturbing sounds and odors. He starts his nasty breakfast as soon as he gets in. I’ve heard him tell ...omeone, maybe himself that he eats the fish for sexual stamina.As if any woman would go anywhere near him without some kind of massive paycheck in hand.And a gas mask.I swear, I think I’m developing a tic. Every time he pops another tin of fish, I can feel my left eye twitch. And the odor of the awful stuff gives me the dry heaves. I hope I can. I was very nervous, my legs were trembling greatly. He invited me into his house and showed me to the bathroom where I could get ready. There was some lingerie laid out for me. A black see through babydoll accompanied by a lace bra and G-string. I smiled and closed the door. I was breathing hard my hands were shaky, and I was just a nervous wreck! It took me about thirty minutes to put all of the accessories, clothes, and make-up on. I felt bad for taking so long but the nerves were getting to. We laughingly bumped into each other, getting more and more intimate as we played together. Occasionally, he would stop and pull me into his arms, teasing me with his warm tongue and his firm body. Each time, it was harder to pull away. As we shopped, we grew bolder, hands lingering a moment longer, cupping a breast or ass cheek. I could see his excitement against the soft blue jeans and I knew that I was growing swollen with desire.One thing we loved to do was shower together. Our bathroom. ”“The first thing I did the next morning was to build a funeral pyre in a small clearing next to the house. I couldn’t just bury the bodies, suppose someone came looking for those people and they found three freshly dug graves. They would have discovered two things; one, they would have found Adam; I didn’t know how advanced your planet was medically, but I was pretty sure that they could have figured out that he was not human and two; someone had buried the bodies and they would have begun a.