Neha said all this and I could make out that she was crying and her eyes were red. She did try to hide her tears but I could make out that she was cry...ing. She invited me inside and as usual I went in and took a seat on sofa in hall. She got a glass of water, which was kept on table. After lot of insisting she gave away and blasted in tears and saidNeha – “I have no one to share my pain and no one understands my problem. I have become a burden to everyone.”She went on and on and I realised she. My head is yanked forward and I feel a semi-hard dick pressed against my lips. "Get to work you filthy whore. Make me ready so I can take that ass of yours." I open wide and suck greedily, licking him furiously around the head, before sucking him deep. I can still taste the residue of my own juices and sperm on him. It tastes good. I now have three fingers in my tight asshole fucking me. Stretching me. I relish the feeling of cock hardening in my mouth and I'm rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. This was right before puberty set in and due to the plaster cast she had to wear for TWO YEARS, her Uterus had grown into what is called a "Funnel" Uterus. In other words, the opening to the vagina instead of being like a ring around a guys cock, was more like a tube down which your cock slid during fucking.She started crying telling me. I told her that was the most fantastic feeling I had ever had during sex!!!!!! When I told her I had had to stop myself cumming due to the pressure on my cock,. Of all the races you had encountered since then the Angali remained the most difficult to control. They were just so intelligent and they had so little emotion or passion that could be hijacked to get them to cooperate. So getting them to send a manned mission to the surface was a royal pain in the ass. But they did it after the sample convinced them that they needed more data.When the sample returned and re-assimilated, you suddenly had access to more new information than there had been since.