Cathy was a sweetheart, she and I used to fuck like rabbits, if lesbian loving could be called fucking and I don't see why not! I told Eric I wouldn't... be long, and he nodded, grinning like a Cheshire Cat! I gave Eric a few minutes, then I started to get up to go to the supply room.I told my new friend: "Wait a few minutes, and then you and your friend go towards the galley... Eric will show you."She nodded excitedly, this was something she had only dreamed of, or read in my stories, mile high. He looked at me now, and I know he can see Im not in to the verbal conversation, so, he begins a nonverbal one. He takes a slow step closer, and I no longer have room to move between him and the car. His arm is up on the Jeep right next to my head, and his face is leaned in only inches away from mine. His cologne plays pleasantly on my nose, and the scent of the Junior Mints he ate during the movie remains sweet on his breath. Braden, I whisper, Im&hellip, really glad we decided to do this. He. Gaynor, another ex-foster sister took Helen aside and told her that she, Gaynor, had initiated me into the mysteries of sex, and hoped her work had borne fruit. Helen said she had no complaints, and that Gaynor had done a good job. My blushes were not spared.Once again we were invited to stay and were given ‘our’ room. Out of respect for the younger folk, we kept ecstatic noise to a minimum.For the weekend following the party, Helen had arranged for us to visit her parents. After the weekend,. She doesn’t know why she asks—it’s as if there is some compulsion to do so.The mass of purplish-black goo answers promptly. ‘I am of a race called the Synth.’“Did you come down from the sky?” she continues to ask as she presses her hand further forward.The Synth reacts and begins to ripple with excitement. ‘I crashed here. I hoped to find an acceptable host.’“A host for what?”The purplish-black goo bulges and begins to stretch out tentatively toward the outstretched hand. ‘To live. To survive..