WARNING! All of my blowjob writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living Toys or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and blonde responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and fetish reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2018 by The Technician . Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. What would you do if a childhood friend sent you a long, rambling email about kinky sex with aliens? That’s what recently happened to me. The only reason I can think of that he would do so is that he knows I’ve seen a lot of weird shit and written about even more really strange stuff so I would probably believe him. Also, he knows how many stories I post and I am pretty sure he expected me to publish his email on some of my story sites. In fact, he even gave me the name to use for the story. He says it’s true– hell, it might be, but I can’t ask him for further proof. No one has seen him since about a week before I got this email from him and the reply address comes up as invalid. I tried to back trace the IP and it also comes up as invalid. Despite not being able to verify anything, I decided to publish it exactly as he wrote it and let you decide for yourself. Maybe it will stir some deep, forgotten memory of gray beings with big black eyes... and the feeling that you had some really fantastic sex somewhere but you can’t remember where. The email reads as follows: My cock, which had been strapped painfully to my belly, now wobbled out to point at Furia’s. Our tips leaked with nectar, our bronze heads pulsed, our shafts throbbed. Do you understand, my little slut?" Then—suddenly—she made what I thought at the time was a big mistake. She was right fetish on both counts. At home with Sammy and Paddy, I would use my mouth to blowjob make them erect and the first penetration secure. A couple of minutes later, two news helicopters were hovering overhead shooting live pictures of our courtyard. But secondly, Mary went on, I have a question for me. Mariah is not his only target, but she remains his favorite. I massaged it with my tongue. He punched her blonde hard with his other fist in the chest knocking the air from her lungs. “Your Daddy has been extremely diligent as usual. She takes it from her mouth, glistening wet with her saliva and teases it against my puckered rosebud. “Is that Terondia?” I ask, pointing to a glint in the distance. The house was really bigger than the three of them ever needed, but Ron was into material possessions. I layed on the bed on my back, Glenn lifted my legs and slipped in my very loose boicunt and Lacey sat on my face while Glenn played with her Toys tits and they kissed. “Sodomize me, you aoi si slut!” howled Aingeal. “Like the medicine, mostly,” she replied. FUCK ME!! The fact that I had had a major crush on him since the first day of school was something I had not yet shared with him but there seemed to be no reason not to now. She wouldn't have ever known whether it was the father's sperm, or the son's sperm, that had gotten her pregnant. They both made the comment that they need to visit the store more often. “You can stand over there and jack off if you want to.” By the time he arrived I was getting quite fidgety, I was getting close to an orgasm.