"Now what's this about you refusing to do alittle sewing job for Princess? And all this nonsense about you beingthe husband, and her being the wife? ...What's got into you? If I rememberrightly you sat in my home and assured me that you would do everythingin your power to take care of my little Princess." But I can't sew Mummy. I don't know how!" I protested."Well! Is that all it was? Why didn't you say so? I mean, you can learn,can't you? And you want to learn, eh?" But Mummy?" I asked. I take it. It’s still very cold; it must have come from a fridge in the railway station shop. There’s a trace of condensation around the rim, and the can is three quarters full. I take a couple of deep swigs, then we both regard the can. Millwall’s expression reminds me of Bambi’s mother, moments before her exit from the film.“I love Bud,” I say.“I prefer Stella.”Ha!“It’s the larger cans –”“Yes!” he says, expression animated for the first time.I hand back the beer and indicate the seat. Suddenly my friend moan and ask him to stop, otherwise would cumming.My wife paused for a moment and pulled the skirt. He sat at the kitchen sink, and spread her legs and asked him to yank her panties with his teeth.He snapped that pink panties and yanked hard and then started sucking her pussy. She moaned softly. I realized she had an orgasm as he licked her clit.Then she asked, in a hoarse voice:- Shove your Big cock in my pussy, my male! Fill my pussy of cum!At that moment I was masturbating. Roger sighed."Okay, okay. Tim, meet Lazeel." He pointed to my left and when I turned I let out a yell. I was looking at Satan."Holy shit! Satan!" No, he just looks like him," Roger said. Lazeel did have the red skin, small horns, and tail, but was dressed in silvery clothes that seemed like they were more out of Buck Rogers than Dante. Lazeel studied me, but didn't say anything. Next to him was a large digital readout showing the number "9.63." He's an alien," Roger said. "He and his race stock.