Hot and sticky, Patricia shook under its warmness. “Oh my god son, yes!!!,” she screamed underneath him. Now thrashing, her orgasm radiated from... the depths of her cunt and all over her body. She almost blacked out from the pleasure and saw stars dancing in her vision. She pulled on the sheets and thought she heard them rip, but it didn’t matter. Patricia had gotten what she wanted, and it took a while for her to settle down. Her son’s cock stayed hard in her, and she knew he didn’t pull it. I thought I got to get out of here, and as I turned Arlene screamed "Oh fuck John your home." I turned back as Arlene slid her rubber friend out with a very wet sound, then slowly reached over for the t-shirt she was wearing this morning. She stopped and said " John should I put this on, or should I do what Faye told me to do and keep you happy." I was frozen to the spot not knowing what to do or say, maybe cause for as good as she looked in her clothes, without them she is something to behold.. One of the things about it that is so interesting to me is that the guys looking for the UFOs really, really believe in them.A lot of these guys have been looking for aliens their whole life, and most of them have never even actually seen anything themselves. They’re just studying evidence.These dudes have spent most of their lives going over grainy photos of what looks like hubcaps tossed through the air. I mean, have you ever seen any of the evidence? It looks like shit.They got crystal clear. We entered the room, and there was a moment of uncertainty but marked by a strong sexual tension between us. Although we had exchanged photos, I think we were pleasantly surprised to see each other in person. The mutual attraction was immediate. We exchanged a few words as we made the first approaching gestures. We kissed, and everything quickly flowed with an intensity that confirmed our suspicions that this would be different from what we had experienced before. The following encounters.