None of them had seen the Zygotians in full form before then. ‘She loves you madly, Syd,’ the captain had said to him as they strained to watch th...e figures high in the sky. ‘Yes she does, as I love her too, Keith,’ he had replied. ‘Es knows that too, my friend,’ the big captain said as he turned away and clasped the hand of Anne-Marie who stood waiting beside him. Sydney had watched them go and could see the shared aura around the pair. ‘Es you crafty little bitch!’ he had uttered under his. The babysitter didn't mind, because it was more money in her pocket. She was sexy as hell, and I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, but she had a boyfriend, so unfortunately that never happened. I was in the local bar, when one of my wife's friend, Tina was in there drinking as well. We hung out at the bar a few times, and then she told me that Lisa was fucking another guy named Mike, during the weekends. Apparently My wife was with this guy, for several months, like we did when we first got. What they are, is there are a double seat in each of them, without a divider, kind of like a love seat, that two people can sit in. The old guy was in his late sixties, short, maybe only about 5' or so, medium build, and grey hair. He smelt very fresh and clean, and after he loaded the movie player with a butt-load of tokens, and switched the movie to a tranny flick, he sat down and invited me to join him. I sat and he leaned over to kiss me, which I politly declined, telling him I wasn't into. Sometimes we’re by ourselves, at your little apartment or mine. Sometimes we’re out in public, at my work or with friends or even total strangers somewhere. The one single constant, the thing that makes this fall into the category of recurring dream, is that somehow, alone or in a crowd, my head always ends up between your smooth, pale widespread legs with my lips and tongue enthusiastically lapping your beautiful, soft, sopping wet pussy. I know you’ve never believed in coincidence. Neither.