“Wow,” was all he could say.I got up and put some more lipstick on and as he wasn’t rock hard yet I knelt over him and put his cock in my mouth ...and sucked him until he was hard.“Oh fuck, auntie, that’s wonderful,” was all he could say.I now lay down on the bed and he knelt beside my face, I reached up and grabbed his cock and started wanking it. My other hand squeezed his balls. I rubbed him slowly to build up his orgasm. His breathing got faster as his orgasm neared. I moved my face a little. “Hey wait, these aren’t what I was wearing.” I stand up and quickly help you pull them up with your pants and comment, “Hurry, someone might see us leaving here.” I go to the door and start to open it. You get nervous and try to stop me with, “Wait, wait,” but I open it slowly, making you put on your pants and panties quickly. I head downstairs a few steps ahead of you, making you try and catch up. As we get back to the party, you feel different in the panties you are wearing, not the same fit. The villagers had built me a church.Over several months, I become very much like the other women, even my colour changed to be almost the same as theirs. Thanks mainly to Maria I was learning their language. It was late in the year when the monsoons came I had never known rain like it.Maria and I took shelter in the church. Suddenly a violent thunderstorm arrived from the west coast. I had a fear of thunder, Maria hugged me tightly in a reassuring sort of way, but our slits were pressed firmly. This story follows the character of Max Guevara (Jessica Alba) from the canceled TV show 'Dark Angel' Inspired by the German language story 'Dark Angel' started by MACC which you can find on Chyoo.--Seattle, Washington. 1:00amWind tore through Max's hair as she rode her motorcycle through downtown Seattle. She accelerated, pushing the bike faster, the skyscrapers that towered above her turning into little more than blurs of concrete and glass as she flew down the empty streets. It was hard to.