I'd just left the ship, entering the tenth ship and started to pull everything apart that I could when I started to feel sluggish. Crap! They must hav...e figured out my energy signature. As quickly as I could I changed my vibrations and the signature of my body. Ah! better! I had hit the eleventh and twelfth ship when they figured it out again. Crap! I retreated feeling my energy rebuild.Looking on, I saw that they had stopped their advance and were obviously hunting for me. I needed to take them. I found myself getting extremely hard and couldn't help but strip naked and lay naked in my bed and touch my cock as it pulsed rather strongly in my hand. I thought about my big cock sliding deep inside the small teen girl after my stomach growing huge. I suddenly feel movement in my stomach, a lot of movement 'it must be the tentacles!' I thought to myself, I was excited, they said they would come back when I was alone to have more sexual experiments with me, that thought made my cock grow. Her expression a neutral, smiling face. A façade?Rebecca looked on, as Donna pulled herself to her feet and stumbled unsteadily out of the room to wash up. For a moment she had a sad look on her face but Donna did not notice. Donna was too busy with herself.Facing the mirror in the bathroom she saw herself. Hair wild, lipstick smeared all over her face and breasts, shoulders. Clothes in disarray. Truly, a ‘Cutty after the fuck’ look. She had fallen so low ... again.“Am I a slut? Why do I keep. She had never called on a male escort before, but since her husband's death had been unable to broach intimacy. Now though, her desire for sexual relief had pushed her to call upon the company of an escort. At fifty, she was a young widow, she had never had children hence she had retained her elegant figure. She stood at five foot four, with toned slim curves and thirty-two DD breasts. Her wavy black hair had a streak of silver at her temples but her face was untouched by age with only some.