3 comments/ 23671 views/ 1 favorites Sour By: justin grimbol The sour creature – small faced, obscene body, hairless – lay next to me with its erect penis pointing toward my mouth. I took it deep and the grey thing's body got tense, and its skin, this thin layer of skin that smelled damp – it got tense. His dick was small and it was easy to take, but a bit too hard, with no head. Human cock is always topped off with a soft head. I worked it good and it showed strange appreciation, but only that type that was half there, because what it was appreciating wasn't free. Sure, the price was minimal, but he was a stingy thing, and as I sucked, he ate an egg as a way of fully optimizing the moment. Eating while getting sucked = maximum enjoyment. The constant bobbing hurt my neck. I switched it up by teasing the shaft and tickling the hole and then, of course, being drawn in by its leathery smell, licked his testicles. "Why are you doing that?" Its voice came out of condescending, smiling lips that didn't move. I didn't tell him that I wanted to. I didn't want him to know that I loved the smell and taste of it. But the blank little girl expression on my face was there, and it told him that I loved the taste and that I wanted to do it – that what I was doing was not just a service. His parent was the same way. It was this older, sexless thing, and every time I stayed there it would toss us pornography, of creatures like them doing things with girls that were attractive. Girls that didn't seem to mind all the egg eating. Sometimes the girls would let them crack eggs on their heads and just let them drip down their face's. Actually, now that I think of it, the thing was definitely a father figure of some sort, a male, for sure. It had a dick that was constantly hard. I don't know how I forgot about that, but thinking back , the thing had a constant erection sticking out of its boxers. "You like it. Don't you?" It's long fingers squeezed my flesh. The erect cock poked in-between my lips. I started to bob at a rapid pace. At points I would looked up and see it's tender belly. It was like the stomach of a child, but larger. I wanted it's come. I imagined the taste would make me shiver, and I wanted to choke on it, but when it finally came the taste was sour. I choked. -+- It had been discovered that my mom was not actually dead. I went over to her bed, and started to play catch-up. "So how was school?" she asked. At this point she was just a head with two weak legs dangling from her second chin. "I graduated," I told her. She was actually wondering about college. It was her dream for me to go to college. I didn't go to college. I didn't work either. The doctor then informed me that she had been incredibly weakened by being practically dead and gone for the past three years. "Well, of course," I commented, "but now all she needs to do is rest." "Yes, but the thing is she will not have time to rest. You see, your mother is pregnant with an adorable dark-skinned girl with light, curly brown hair and a sweet, undeniably charming laugh. Your mother will die while giving birth. It will simply be too much for her." "But doc," I said, too desperate to cry, or scream, or anything, "she just came back to life. Now she is going to die again. That's fucked." The doctor was a short, plump woman in a flowery dress. She was irritating to look at. Ever since I met her I had wanted to stab her with a fork. She let me be alone with my mother, and I thought about telling her congratulations on being pregnant, but I didn't. Instead I just watched her stare at the ceiling and mumble something about college and all the job opportunities that having a college degree made possible. It sounded horrible. _-_ I thought about Patricia's tongue in my asshole, pulled on my penis, then came. The sperm gathered on my stomach. That's where they always went. Occasionally some of them would go other places, but most of the time they gathered on my stomach, right above my belly button. One of the sperm had a boom box. It played loud music. The sperm began to dance and drink. Two of the sperm stumbled behind my right breast and fucked each other. The sex was short and sloppy. It lasted three pumps. That didn't seem to matter. They held each other tightly and randomly had little outbursts of giggling. There was one sperm with a disposable camera. It was taking pictures of another sperm that had a patch on its left eye. "Arr, turn the flash on or the picture won't come out. Arrrrrr!" The sperm with the eye patch was so drunk, it was acting like a pirate. I watched the party and felt a little sad. The phone rang. It was Holly. "Grimbol!" She screamed. Holly was a very enthusiastic girl. "What are you doing Grimbol!?" "Nothing. What are you doing?" "I'm getting drunk. Do you wanna get DRUNK?" "Yes," I said, "I would like to be drunk." Sour Stomach "I just don't want you to feel pressured..." Alan said to Lori. Her mom was waiting. Long drive from school. "I don't feel pressured," Lori smiled and kissed him. The party was just slowing to a dead stop when Alan looked drunkenly over at Jessie. She was lying back, her head against the pale stains on the wall. She saw Alan looking at her and this made her smile. Alan knew that the ball was in his court, the question she'd asked was: "Where did you grow up, anyway?" And the answer was delayed by copious amounts of beer and whiskey. Never mix the two. That's what the older people said. What Todd said. Todd had bought for all seven of them. And everyone was passed out or near it now. Who ever had signed for the hotel room was gonna be in a lot of trouble too. Maybe it's cause kids under twenty-one can't hold their liquor that they're not allowed to drink. The smell was coming from the bathroom even with the door shut. Alan crawled over to Jessie and collapsed on his stomach, next to her. He raised his eyebrows and said quietly, "I was born in Montana, but I grew up in Nebraska..." "Nebraska?" She said with a smile. "Not so far away... are you graduated?" "This summer," he confirmed with a smile all his own. She pushed his bangs up and away from his eyes. Her fingers were sloppy, slowed by liquor. "So, Nebraska boy... do you have a girlfriend?" Bad question. Alan had always prided himself on his honesty and what he deemed chivalry. Yes. Alan did have a girlfriend. Yes. Lori was her name. But she didn't like Todd or his strange parties. For his three months in the relationship, this was the first she'd let him go to. Special occasion. Mike was leaving for the Army in the morning. Mike had passed out half-after midnight. And it was coming on three am now. "She pretty?" Jessie asked, seeing the hesitation in his eyes as she lit a cigarette with a stick match. She then held her pack out to him. Three left. "I smoke too much. You want one?" "Yes and no." He slurred with what he thought a sly response. Jessie looked down at him with half-opened eyes. "Yes. Pretty. No. Cigarette?" "Yes." "Heard a rumor once. All there is to do in Nebraska is drink and fuck. That true?" "Well if it is... I wouldn't know." He was sideways on the floor now, gazing up at her. Jessie was a blonde girl. Her face had a strong chin and a tiny nose. She wore overalls with an undershirt and this led Alan to muse if she liked her body or not. She had a smile on her lips that seemed to border on that of the bitch who one Scrabble for the third time. "You don't fuck?" She said, looking him dead in the eye. He rolled his eyes upward at the direct question. He had no idea how to field this. Not only did he not fuck, he had never fucked. Waiting for the right girl. Waiting for Lori. He inhaled deeply. The only thing working in his favor was that there were huge drunken lapses in the conversation. "Haven't yet..." He said with a sly smile. Her expression didn't bat an eye. Didn't indicate some sick victory. And for an instant, Alan could've sworn she was cold sober when she said: "Neither. Have. I." He laughed an odd laugh. The sort burned by alcohol, and smothered by the need to not wake anyone. Then he pulled himself up to sit next to her. "How's the virginity thing working out?" He mused, trying to keep the conversation going. It had been awhile since he'd been so drunk and for some reason sexual conversations were especially interesting when they took place at this time after so much fuel. She smiled at her lap. And then she leaned her head into his shoulder. Felt nice. Her hair smelled nice. And he glanced down to watch her blow smoke at his lap. For awhile, they sat just like that, in silence. They sat like that until she leaned forward and put her cigarette out in the ashtray. She then looked over her shoulder at him. Something mischievous there made him smile. It was the sort of smile that's born way down low that seems to touch every part of your insides on its way up to the mouth. "How long have you been smoking?" He asked, feeling like he should say something. Even if it made no difference. "Since I was thirteen." She said, turning to face him. He glanced over her attire. Overalls. The shirt beneath them was cut low, letting him eye her breasts. Which he'd done more than once through out the party. "What are you now?" He smiled. "College now." She said, moving closer. She straddled his lap, right there against the wall. Her hands settled into his shoulders, squeezing them gently. "That's a long time to be smoking." "I started smoking butts in my mom's ashtray..." She inhaled, cocking her head to look at his eyes. Her eyes were green. "Tasty..." He said, bemused. "What are you doing?" "Touching... is that okay?" She leaned forward, and he could smell the cigarette that had just passed her lips. "I can stop." He stared at her. What was her story, anyway? Todd's friend? Mike's friend? When they'd been introduced earlier, that had been the case. Just some girl from St. Louis. Rubbing his shoulders. He liked the attention. So he said nothing. Let her continue. Let her do what she was doing, like that. Her hands moved to his neck. She just kept watching him, her half-opened eyes waiting for him to stop her or waiting for him to encourage her. He was doing neither. Jessie's fingers touched the back of his head, seeming to stroke each individual hair. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. The beat that's reserved for couches at mom's house, for parked cars, for those moments of sexual tension when there's the chance of going over the edge. Of going to far. Of doing too much. And he'd always prided himself on his discipline. She'd leaned in. She was all he could see and too lazy to bother looking around her. Her chest was heaving too. She was feeling the same thing. His eyes dropped to her heavy breasts. That pale skin sitting inside of that white shirt, beneath the blue overalls. When he looked up at her, she closed her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted. He could make out her front teeth peeking out from behind her full upper-lip. And that's when he leaned forward some. As his lips touched to hers, a siren blared in his head. He closed his eyes to shut it out. Her fat lips pressed to his, opening just enough for him to smooth his lips against them. He could taste Jack Daniel's and nicotine. And all he could do now was inhale through the nose to keep alive. Her lips widened into the kiss and he let that happen too. Lori was probably home asleep. She had this teddy bear from when she was six. The thing had been loved to near death, the eyes hanging by a strand. And when she slept she wore only a long shirt that covered her to the thighs. He'd seen her only twice, ready for bed, and both times she'd been the most beautiful thing he'd ever beheld. Her tongue pressed into his mouth. Was it the whiskey or was it the beer or was it that this girl just knew how to kiss? He raised his tongue to let her slip beneath him. Her arms went around his head and his arms laid limp at his sides. "Want me to stop?" She said into the kiss with a smack. Gordon. That teddy bear's name was Gordon. He broke the kiss and looked at her. In her eyes, he could see the barest hint of a dare. Or was it an apology. Her arms hugged to his neck tightly, was she trapping him? She'd made it plain that she wouldn't continue if he said so. If he said so much as 'yes' or 'please stop' she'd listen. Roll off of his lap and likely pass out next to Mike or Todd. And when her weight left, that response in his groin would fade and stop stabbing his jeans. How tight it was down there. Older people said that alcohol cause impotence in everything but women. He didn't want her to stop. He wanted to put his hands on her breasts and squeeze them. Something about this girl. This girl from St. Louis seemed to beg for that. And she was choosing him. Not Mike. Not Todd. Alan. Alan was who she wanted. But if he said she should continue... that meant Lori didn't matter. That he followed his hormones to whatever bridge they led to. And what did that make him? So he chose not to say yes. He chose not to say no. He chose something else. He reached upward for the first. His fingers touched to the clasp on her overalls and she leaned her head upward, knowing what he was about to do and consenting. He unclasped the right side. He unclasped the left side. And her overalls fell forward. She then leaned back further, the small of her back touched his legs. He parted them and looked down at her in the revealed shirt. Jessie was leaning on her elbows, her ass sitting on his erection. "C'mon..." She said. "C'mon, huh?" He slipped his legs from beneath her and crawled over her. As his lips touched to hers, he knew he was dictating the situation. He was now in control. His chest collapsed into hers. He felt her tits smear beneath him as he went on kissing her. Served Lori right for not coming. He was too drunk anyway. Besides, what Lori didn't find out about wouldn't hurt her. He turned these thoughts over and over in his mind as he entertained the excuses, sought his refuge, and claimed this girl from St. Louis. What a sexy name Jessie was anyway. "Oh... Alan..." She half-moaned into the kiss. His hands went upward, pinning her arms down. He raised up and looked at her. Her face was contorted with heat. He leaned down again and ran his lips over her neck. A kiss. A lick. A kiss. A lick. What Lori liked. And then it was her earlobe. It was attached to her cheek. Not like Lori. And pierced. Not like Lori. His teeth caught on the stud and he toyed with that. He felt her shudder beneath her. Now he knew what she liked. And he wanted to continue. Wanted her to feel good like that. So he stopped. Part of the fun was in the teasing. He chose to go back down, over the neck. Kissing like he knew how. And then it was the edge of her tit. Right where the breast met the chest. Here he used his teeth. And he sucked lightly. "Hey..." She said above a whisper. "Hey... let's move." He looked up at her. He wasn't sure. If they stopped to move, would that break the spell? Would he become so guilt-ridden he couldn't look at her? Maybe that's what he needed. A chance to think through what was happening. Maybe he could break away if they did. This might be his one chance -so he took it. He leaned away and nodded. She pulled herself up, placing a hand on the bed for balance. It shook a little, but Mike stayed put. She looked down at him, her hair slightly frizzled from their fooling around. And she smiled her clever, drunken smile over her shoulder at him. Jessie, the girl from St. Louis, walked out of her overalls and around the bed, toward the bathroom. Now was his chance to fold. He stood up to follow her. It's never easy walking when drunk. And an inexperienced drunk has more trouble it seems. Alan fumbled his way to the bathroom, stepping over Todd. Once there, the smell of the puke on the floor reminded him that some people were in worse shape than others. He swallowed, watching her barefoot touch to the cold tiles. The vomit was caked under the sink. Everyone too drunk to clean up. Too drunk to stop. She was wearing boxer shorts. Red plaid. And her white shirt seemed slopped over them in laziness. She turned and placed her hands on the sink, looking at him. He stared at her breasts heaving beneath that loose-fitting shirt. "Jessie..." He began. She closed her eyes like she knew what was coming. He walked closer. His heart was pounding at the idea of just being wrong. And she seemed to sense this because she took his hand and rubbed it with her long fingers. "Hey..." She said. "Hey." Her hand brought his hand upward, forcing it to her breast. There, her fingers massaged his, forcing him to grip and ungrip that heft. And it was impressive. He continued squeezing long after she did... his free hand reached around her waist. He lifted her shirt up in back, grazing it with the back of his hand. She gave a little moan as he administered his touch. Her drunken lips slopped against his and he kissed back greedily. And that's when he felt her hands go downward. She was pressing his erection. The pressure upward --near the head. He shuddered against her kiss and bit against her with a rush of need. And that's when he felt his zipper tugged down. Instinctively his hand rushed down to stop hers, dropping her breast. She gasped as he gripped her. And his own wrist brushed against his bobbing erection that was popping out of his underwear. His eyes went to hers. They were half-opened slits. He opened his lips to voice his protest, but she put a finger to his mouth. "Shhhhh..." She whispered. "Shhhh..." And he released her hand. Her cool fingers wrapped around the shaft, pulling it through the forward slot in his boxers. Her nails grazed his pubic hair. Lori played with him. A hand job. He was half asleep as she played with him until orgasm. "When do we... do it for real?" He asked when she was finished. "We'll know when..." She'd mused. "Don't rush it... just don't rush it." His lips touched to Jessie's shirt. He could feel she had no bra. He could feel that it was just the cotton before the nipple. And he used his teeth to coax her. Her hand on his cock. Lightly tracing. Lightly getting him to swell up. He was already harder than he'd been in a long time. But he didn't tell her that. It kind of embarrassed him. What was it about Jessie? Why was it never so hard for Lori? "Mmmm..." She breathed in his ear. "Big boy..." He'd never fancied himself as "Big." But in that moment, with his lips on her shirt and her hand on his cock, he'd believe her. He believed it himself. She lifted a leg upward and he felt her ankle on the back of her calf. His lips had chewed a glorious wet spot, right over her nipple. He wondered casually if it were now possible to see her nipple through the wet cloth. A drinking wet T-shirt contest in the making. She squeezed his dick and he felt his knees weaken. She pulled him closer with her other hand. And at this pace, he felt the tip of the erection touch to the underside of one of her boxer's legs. He felt himself slip between her thigh and the fabric. "There's more to love than sex," Lori told him. "Love is... ice cream in the park. Holding hands in November. Love is you push me down the snow top in a sled..." And he'd agreed. He felt Jessie's hard curls with the tip of his cock. And in that instant, she'd moaned. Where was it that a girl's clit was anyway? That close to her pubic hair? Or was she just encouraging him? "Jessie," he said, drunkenly into her tit. "I can't fuck you... my girlfriend..." She inhaled deeply as his head slipped between her wet lips, touching his cock... as Lori never had. "Just squat a little..." She panted. "Squat a little and move forward... all it takes..." He leaned away from her shirt and held onto the sink behind her. "It's too late..." She breathed up at him. She leaned up and kissed him. Her kisses were gentle and sweet. Like Lori's kisses. They were drunken and tasted of smoke. Not like Lori. "It's too late, Alan... fuck me..." The head was pushing into the fabric, the shaft was slick with what had dripped on it. If it happened it happened. "Sorry, Lori... I was drunk..." Or something just as good. He squatted backward and felt the head fall back just enough to touch her pussy at an angle. Jessie stared at him with half-opened eyes. They were glazed in lust and something more. Something he couldn't put a finger on. He ignored it and thrust forward. She breathed in and cried out. His cock was finally a cock. And her pussy was now a pussy. He felt something break inside of her and he moaned. The heat of the pussy, the stickiness. Everything was new. Down there, he felt her grip his cock. And he slid out, leaving only the head. "So if we ever had kids, Alan..." Lori smiled. "What would you name them?" She'd asked on the beach one day. "I don't know." Alan said. "I like the name... Maxine." "And if it's a boy?" "Max," Lori said with that smile he loved. He pushed in again and he felt Jessie's leg raise to rest around his ass. "That's it..." She breathed against him. "Come on..." He felt himself buried in this strange girl's cunt... as far back as he could go... only to withdraw. And move in again. "Look at me..." Jessie grunted. Her hands wrung his cheeks as she went to kiss him again. He licked her mouth in response. His eyes opened for her to see. She was smiling at him. "What are you... thinking?" Lori smiled as he approached. He broke the ice, "I saw you studying with..." He slammed into her in response. And he saw this make her smile. She had him in body, but not in spirit. He hadn't said a word. He'd never said "yes," he'd never said, "take me... into your ugly pussy and let me kiss your nicotine stained lips." So it wasn't like cheating, was it? So he wouldn't satisfy her with a response. "Beth?" Lori teased, eyebrows raised. But she was getting something else she wanted. "I saw you coming over here," Lori went on. "Come inside me..." She moaned. "I want to feel it... burst in me... do it..." "Listen... uhm, there is just no way for me to come over here under a pre-tense. You already know what I want to say, so I'll just uhm... say it... wanna go out?" Alan had took a chance. She knew it was going to happen. If she was so inexperienced, how did she know? He fucked her harder, working his come up from inside. Up to the tip. And then when it was about to bust, he inhaled that bathroom. "You mean on a date?" Lori chimed. The smell of the party. "Yeah, a date," he smiled, attempting his charm. "What are you thinking?" She moaned again. Lori clicked her tongue, "You don't even know my name." He burst inside of her. "I'm Alan," he said. The stain on the floor. "Lori," she'd said for the first time. "Yesss..." She hissed, his dick slipping from her boxers. What a mess this party was. It was going to be costly. And it made him feel like he might throw up himself. Source from the Past I sat at the bar just as I'd done so many nights before, hoping to find the girl of my dreams. Actually, by this time in the evening I was just hoping to find some girl who would go home with me. I was about half tanked and feeling morose, I had no business trying to meet women in a bar I was just too shy. Women wanted men who were confident, who knew what they wanted and then took it. I wanted to be a nice guy and we all know where nice guys finish. I had decided to just leave, alone again, and never come back, when someone sat down beside me. She had short black hair that curled around her pale white face. Her dark eyes flashed as she looked into mine. She had an aquiline nose, thin and yet long, her lips were large and unsmiling. I noticed she was not wearing makeup which I though unusual for women who hung out in bars. "Is this seat taken," she asked as she sat, I actually stuttered my answer of no, which made her smile. She picked up my hand and examined it, "My name is Aloinia, no don't say anything, let me guess. I say your name is John, no Jack is that right?" "Really my name is Paul but if you want you can call me Jack." "Yes I bet I could," she murmured, "No Paul is fine, and it's a good name. Happy to meet you Paul, I've been watching you and you seem fascinating. I'd like to get to know you better, is there some place we can go to talk. If we could go to your home it would even be better." When she stood, I noticed her all black jumpsuit, formfitting across her big chest and down to her firm hips. She offered me her arm and as I got off my stool I noticed that she had to be close to six feet tall and she towered over me. We walked out together while I told her I had taken a cab to the bar, she said that was fine and that we would take her car. Her car was an old muscle car from the sixties; I found out later it's called a GTO. Aloinia unlocked my door for me but it must have been stuck and I couldn't open it. "Sometimes it does that here let me get it for you." She grabbed the doorknob and gave it a yank and the door opened for her. As I got in, I couldn't help but think, 'Oh great not only is she taller and I am but she is stronger as well.' If I had been smart, I would have thought about what my grandmother always said about 'If it's too good to be true,' but that was the last thing on my mind. It wasn't intil later that I found I was glad I hadn't. I was nervous and tried to make conversation, "So Aloinia that is an unusual name, just where are you from?" My question just hung there, unanswered and then she turned on my street and parked at my apartment. She stopped the car and as she started to get out of her car she simply said, "Los Angeles." She had me so off guard that I didn't even think about how she knew where I lived until later when it was too late. As I say, I am rather shy and awkward around women so I was pleased that Aloinia took the lead once we were in my place. She pushed me up against my door and began to kiss me passionately, her firm body up against mine. She then took my hand and led me to my couch where we sat for more kisses. My cock was already straining against my trousers when she grasped it firmly. "Oh I like this you already have achieved a nice firm erection. Do you mind if I look at it?" She didn't wait for my reply as she unzipped me and stuck her hand into my boxers. "This won't do, I need to see the whole unit, stand up I wish to pull your pants down." Slightly embarrassed I stood to allow her pull my clothes down. She picked up my cock and as she rolled it in her hand she said, "You have good size, not too large and the testes look healthy. Can you tell me the volume of your sperm when you ejaculate?" When I told her I had no idea, she suggested we measure it. She then began to masturbate me in earnest and I began to respond immediately. I swear I came in her hand in about three strokes. She took a small vial from her pocket and scooped my issue from her hand into it. When she held the vial to the light, I could see there were markings on the side to allow her to measure how much in the vial. She then took a small box like item from a different pocket; it had a recess in the center and the vial fit inside it. She pressed a few buttons on the side and after a few seconds, I heard a slight ping. She looked at a readout on the side and then shaking her head she looked up at me. "That's a very low sperm count you have there Paul, I don't I'll be able to use you." When I asked her, just what the hell she was talking about she went on to tell me the most bizarre tale. Aloinia said that she was from the future and men are all but extinct. Women rule the world and the few males left are impotent and sterile. After perfecting, a system for reproducing without male sperm the women started getting rid of males who were alive and avoiding births of any more. The problem was after a few centuries a flaw developed and it got worse with every generation. Finally, in the twenty-seventh century it became so prevalent that they started sending people back in time to collect male sperm in hopes of correcting the problems of the new offspring. At this point, I interrupted her, "Does this mean you have never made love, I mean you have never fucked a man?" When she answered, no I said, "Aren't you even the least bit curious of how it would feel? Do you realize it has been the driving force of all the animals for thousands of years?" "It is funny you put it that way because I am curious, if for nothing else but scientific study." "Well you're here in the twenty-first century and I say you should give it a try." In one of the boldest moves of my adult life I reached over a pulled what resembled a zipper down the front of her jumpsuit. Aloinia looked at me strangely but said nothing, which only encouraged me to go farther. I instructed her to stand and when she did, I peeled her clothes from her leaving her naked, ready for my instructions. I led her to my bedroom where I gently pushed her on my bed. I climbed on top of her and positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy. "This may hurt just a little as I penetrate your hymen..." "What, no, don't worry about that, they take that when you're born, just hurry I want to feel this." I did as instructed and just plunged myself inside her. Her eyes shot open, "Oh my god, oh my god, what is that feeling, oh don't stop please don't stop." I was now glad that Aloinia had jacked me off earlier so that I would last longer. I held her arms down over her head and as I looked into those dark eyes of hers, I began my assault in earnest. I began pumping ever faster and I could feel the heat of our bodies rising. "What is happening to me, oh you must stop please I feel faint, oh god no, no please don't stop oh my, oh my oooh." Her excitement was driving me into frenzy until I came as never before and my energy going as fast as I pumped deep inside her. I lay on top of her, spent exhausted and unable to even think of moving. "Paul what just happened to me, I've never felt anything so wonderful in my life." "Aloinia, you just had an orgasm, don't tell me you've never had an orgasm before." We lay together quietly for a long time in fact I think we must have dozed off all of a sudden she pushed me off her and jumped out of bed. "It's late I'm going to miss my window if I don't go right now. Paul I had no idea how good all of this was, we don't do anything like this now. I have to go now but would it be all right if I came back to visit you from time to time. I promise I won't be any trouble but I need to have that feeling again." Of course, I told her it was OK. As she was leaving, she threw me the keys to her car, "Will you take care of My GTO while I'm gone, thanks you're a sweetheart." She was then out the door and gone. About two weeks later, there was a knock at my door and I opened it to find a large blonde standing there. Her attire and figure were identical to Aloinia but her looks were different. "Aloinia?" I asked, and the girl replied, "No I'm Ilesha, Loinia's cousin; she couldn't come back because you made her with child. That's why I'm here can you do the same with me?" I took her arm and as I led her to my bedroom, I told her, "All I can do is try."