We took off straight up through the apartments above us out into the sky, chasing airplanes around the airport, scaring pigeons in the parks, spirit-k...issing the entire Inner Circle and having a great time! Yow! So good to be alive and unafraid of life!NATALIESunday was plumbing time. We'd run out of hot water several times the last week and were ready to get the new heater on line.Bob and I muscled the new heater out of the back of his truck. Dayum it was big; at least three feet in diameter. When we’re searching out in space, what if we meet beings who have multiple wives or sexual partners, whatever they are called, too, huh?“You’ve told me about some of those species – beings – you have come in contact with. You’ve shown me pictures of some of them. Didn’t you say that frequently they were quite similar to us? Some of the pictures you have shown me were of beings an awful lot like us, while others ... oh, wow – worst nightmare.“Bipedal species with two arms, a head, eyes and. Once the truth is out there we will have a great time."I stood up and put on my tee shirt and underwear. My cock wouldn't let my shorts rest any, but I loved the confused look on the faces of the two women. "I am not fucking anyone tonight until the two of you show me how you used to...how did you say it...be 'VERY close.' I ended that by licking my lips.The women laughed and moved to Cathy's bed. They started head to head kissing. Both had hands on the other, bringing butterflies to all. It was far too much for Amy's brainwashed tits to handle, but even as they regretted their decision, they continued to involuntarily grow larger, heavier, thicker, jigglier, softer, pillowier, sexier. It wouldn't stop. It couldn't stop. They needed to be seen. They needed men. They needed cock. They needed cum. Amy's tits were drowning in an endless pool of swirling desire, weighing her down more and more as she remained blissfully unaware of the results of her overdose. Her conscious mind had.