The relationships we had been in years before tragically ended in two separate accidents, just months apart. We related in the pain of losing the love... of our lives. Another couple years had passed and we needed move on from heartache. I struggled in the dating scene, who wanted date a twenty-one year old widow, and single mom? Kyle struggled with the concept of dating, he hadn't dated anyone since high school, and dating trends had changed. Eventually my stepdad nudged Kyle into asking me out,. ..Well, this would do, she might not even have been able to handle a male Krell. Not in the way that Webber seemed to be able to in any case, being younger and more flexible. Her heart raced as the female Krell crawled towards her on its hands and knees, looming over Reid as she trembled with arousal and mild apprehension. What was it going to do? Her question was answered as it plunged its snout between her slick thighs, breathing in her scent and squashing its nose against her damp panties.. Her mouth was moving slowly, sensually around the head of my cock, her tongue caressing it and teasing it, her hand stroking it… but the greatest pleasure was knowing that she was doing it because she was a slave.I looked at her body, she was small, about 5’3”, and weighed maybe 95 pounds. Her tits were maybe a c cup, and very pretty with small pink nipples. I turned her a bit so I could see and reach her ass and pussy, and slipped a finger in to tease her lips. She was wet, and so I pushed. ”“Not today, I’m going shopping apparently, or have you forgotten? Anyway I want to get up for you. I like doing these little things for you, you do far more for me. I’d like to come running with you sometime – don’t worry, you won’t have to wait for me.”“That would be nice,” I said.She smiled happily. “What would you like for dinner?”“You mean tea?” I asked.“What else? You have tea with dinner anyway.”“No, we usually call dinner ‘tea’ round here. What I think you call lunch, we call dinner at.