Sativa Rose and Saana fucked on the tennis court

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 group 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: W, I am sending this to you because you will believe me. No one else believes me. They say I am imagining all this or that I am having some sort of strange seizures. I can understand why they would say that. I do have seizures– or I used to. Whenever I have to fill out a medical form and it asks, “Have you ever been knocked unconscious?” blonde I answer “Yes.” Then where it says, “Provide specific details” I say, “See attached page.” We grew up blowjob together, W. You know that I was always the one who fell out of the tree or off the cliff or got hit by a car or conked in the head with a line drive or was still lying on the grass when the rest of the team went back to the huddle. I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back– or more accurately the bug that babe put that final piece of scar tissue in my gray matter– was when I got knocked unconscious by a cicada while riding my motorcycle about five year ago. Even you had trouble believing that one until I showed you my helmet with a hole in the front of it. I hit that sucker at somewhere well north of ninety miles an hour and he went all the way through the shell and padding and put a big bull’s cum eye bruise right in the middle of my forehead. Because of the tooth-grinding appliance I blonde was using, I babe did not need to worry so very much about my teeth raking his rod and ruining the sensations of my mouth, lips, and tongue. When she looked at her hands they glowed brightly, and her tits had glowing hand prints on her blouse as well as her hips. Her pussy walls clenched on my cock and Kat spasmed as her hips and waist bucked at the same time. Walking around blowjob to the back side of his friend, he began rubbing his rock-hard wet cock up and down the boy’s ass crack. She got just above him, and Liz helped guide his penis into her. The giant grabbed my hips. To press against the part of her aching for his touch. We soon found an ideal place, and I sat down with a perfect view of the bar just as she walked in. She couldn’t have been sat there more than two minutes before the first group man approached her, cum standing near her as he ordered a drink, and then lingering to chat. She knew she wasn't going to be able to last much longer and doubled her efforts on the dick she was working on. Boys didn't want to hang out with me anyway. MYSTERY PLANET- I looked back up to him. Damn, I loved my powers. I was mesmerized watching his ass cheeks flex as he walked down the hall.