"Not a bad little room, I suppose!" A train clanked into the station and stopped. Carriage doors slammed, and a little later came the sound of cars, t...axis, gears whining shrilly, toiling away up the hill into the town.The bar was warm and smoky, with a coal fire flickering in the grate. One or two regulars in raincoats and hats looked up at him curiously. He had chosen a nondescript sweater and grey trousers, but was aware that he looked different, somehow. Something about him would seem wrong,. I… I promise, Miri said with a trembling voice. Then you will swallow my tongue. Stand up! Miri stood up shivering with fear as the invader extruded his long, flexible tongue. Miri had witnessed how the creature shoved the tentacle deep into her mothers throat a moment ago and now it was her turn. Gods help me… It is so long!! Open your mouth, female! Miri opened her mouth hesitantly as the appendage approached her face. Her lips were quivering but she believed that there was no other way to. So I did what any good-hearted person would do, I walked back to his dorm with him, hung a sock on the door knob and proceeded to shuck off his shorts and take his clean-shaven cock in my hands and began painting his shaft with a thick coat of hot saliva. His hands went to my head and held me close. I took the head of his cock and rammed it down my throat. I remembered how my then-wife would suck on his rock-hard pecker all afternoon after school, building up a huge load for me to slurp down. A couple hours later, she stopped at a little café to have breakfast. The waiter was a young black guy whom seemed to be having a hard time not staring at Anita’s cleavage. My sexy wife ran her hand under the table in my lap. She whispered in my ear that the young waiter wanted to give her a big black tip and the whole thing.Then she started flirting more with the black guy. I paid the bill and left a nice tip. We got into the car and Ana told me she would stop at any other place... A while.