It's nothing serious yet, I don't have to take shots, just a couple of pills every indian day. I like to read, making me a bit of an outcast with most of the kids my age who prefer more active pastimes. As a result I don't have many friends. Peter and I had been in the same class since kindergarten and by a quirk of fate had always ended up sitting next to each other in class so we kind of drifted into being friends. Peter was another outcast because he tended to be a little chubby and only about five foot nine. Becky was another classmate and a reader, preferring to read thick novels instead of gossip like almost all the other girls. She was a trim five foot two, with a moderately good figure, but usually hid in loose fitting clothes, with her long auburn hair covering most of her face. She could have given most of the teen girls a run for their money if she wanted to, but preferred to stay in the background. The three of us often hung out together, outdoors in nice weather, or the library or a coffee shop when it was too cold or wet to be outside. One summer evening, we were all laying on a hillside clearing in the woods behind my house watching the Perseid meteor shower. The really cool thing was that they always appeared to be spraying out of the sky directly for us, spreading into radial bright steaks to the sides. I'd read that what we were seeing was like tiny grains of sand burning away as they hit the atmosphere at ridiculously high speed. That night, I spotted one bright speck that barely moved as it shown against the clear night sky. “That one must be headed straight for us,” I observed, pointing into the sky, “it isn't making a streak at all.” It lasted long enough for Peter and Becky to notice and they agreed with me, joking about getting hit by it as it faded away. Oddly, it seemed to dim to yellow then orange then red before it disappeared rather than just winking out like the rest of the shower. Weird, I thought. A few minutes later something stung me on the forehead, close to my hairline. I yelped in surprise as I slapped at my head, but instead of a bug of some sort there was just a little bump under my skin. My friends were startled at my outburst, but the incident was soon forgotten as we watched the celestial fireworks. A little later the show was mostly over and we split up, heading home. In the morning I noticed a small red spot, like a pimple forming, but I couldn't feel a core under the skin. On closer inspection, it looked more like one of the tiny burns I sometimes got if I was too close to somebody running an arc welder. I decided it wasn't something to worry about and went down to breakfast. I didn't have to go to my part time job that day and spent most of it in dad's recliner, reading. Every now and then, I'd hear a faint voice, too faint to make out any words, amateur but it bothered me a little as I was alone in the house. I checked the yard a couple of times but couldn't find a probable source. Maybe the house was settling. That night, laying in bed, I felt an itch in my ear. I was wondering if I should just ignore it or get a cue-tip when it suddenly passed. Then I heard the voice again, quite clearly. “We are friends,” said a male voice, “do not be alarmed.” “Who are you?” I asked softly, “Where are you?” “There is no need to vocalize.” said the voice, “just try to think clearly.” I repeated my questions silently, trying to think of the old movie or book that might be the source of this particular hallucination. “Oh, we are quite real.” said the voice, with a slight chuckle, “We are explorers, crashed on this planet, on you actually, and are currently working on repairs.” If I hadn't been a fan of science fiction, I'd probably think I was losing my mind. She then walks to the bedroom door and again shuts it. Cathy shook with uncontrollable abandon as waves of pleasure rolled through her and took control of her entire body. I assumed the beds would be in different rooms. I came seven amateur times, without even touching my cock. She had come in when my attention had been drawn to the fact that Jeff was again sitting next to Carol like he had at the end of biology class. One final thrust and his cock spasmed in her tight little hole. A tattoo she got when he was out with Alex. Georgia squealed teen beneath me then Mom's tongue fluttered up into my pussy from my half-sister. “I didn't do anything, um, well, you know that little thing that happened last night, but I didn't do anything this morning.” Reaching out and grabbing it she looked up at indian him while pulling him to her. Her moaning was so loud the neighbors probably heard. Asia’s jugs bounced with each thrust into her cunt. He handed Bella off to Carly, and then he and Chloe disappeared back through the gate to his house. Still, I thought of Sam often. She started sucking in earnest and she put her hands down on his ball sack and gave a little squeeze.