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I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back– or more accurately the bug that put that final piece of scar tissue in my gray matter– was when I got knocked unconscious by a cicada while riding my motorcycle about five year ago. Even you had trouble believing that one until I showed you my helmet with a hole in the front of it. I hit that sucker at somewhere well north of ninety miles an hour and he went all the way through the shell and padding and put a big bull’s eye bruise right in the middle of my forehead. It was a miracle I got into the median and slowed down enough to not hurt myself seriously when I tumbled off the the back of bike. I had a hell of a headache for a few days but that was all. I thought everything was OK after that. Then the seizures started. Luckily, by then, they had developed a pacemaker for the brain. At least that’s how my doctor described it. They put some kind of tiny computer in my head with a network of wires connected to my brain. Whenever it senses that a seizure is about to begin, it zaps the correct area of scar tissue to stop it. But that anti-seizure pacemaker does more than that, W. It stops an alien memory wipe. I know that sounds like I’ve stepped off the deep end and went straight to the bottom, but listen to me. These alien abductions are real– at least mine was. They scooped up asian six of us– three men and three women. I was just getting ready to go to sleep when all of a sudden I was in this huge place with five other naked people and a japan bunch of grey things. One of the little gray people walked up to us and said, “Please don’t be afraid. We are not going to harm you.” I noticed right away that his lips weren’t moving. That was real easy to tell because he didn’t have any lips. Actually he didn’t have a mouth or a nose either... just big black eyes on a long, gray face. He was naked, so I could see that he didn’t have anything between his legs either, but for some reason I still thought of him as “him.” “You may call me Robert 1739,” he said into our minds, “ or just Nine.” “This is a colony ship,” he began to explain. Somehow his voice, or whatever it was in my mind, sounded sad as he added, “. a failed colony ship.” He walked around us so we had to keep turning to watch him as he kept talking. “Many centuries ago, we left the home planet. Many ships had left before us, but we were the last to leave before the catastrophe struck. We were almost not in time. A massive tits energy wave from an exploding sun in a nearby solar system was destroying our planet even while we were lifting off. We thought we had protected ourselves by keeping the planet between us and the source of the explosion– and for the most part that was true. But there was a great cloud of gamma radiation which accompanied the blast. And that went through the planet... and through us... like... like... like gamma rays through anything.” He pointed to a vast area that looked like a warehouse filled with tall metal tubes and said, “The intended colonists survived because they were in specially-shielded stasis chambers, but they did not escape without damage. There were DNA changes and all of them are effectively sterile. The original crew got the ship out of harm’s way and started a pre-arranged emergency awakening of a amateur secondary crew before succumbing to radiation sickness.” He gestured to cumshot the other gray beings which surrounded us and then said slowly, “That was us... the original copies of us. We are now a clone crew. Her cunt was dripping with her secretion. I was much like Xavier, slim, white, and tall. You’ll never lose your touch.” When he wakes up in the morning, she has already showered and was dressed for school in her usual asian very cute, amateur but tasteful manner. My body was fully developed and hers was still in the “budding process.” I had a nice figure, developed breasts and a nice shape and she was still totally slender. But she was being held, unable to move, and could cumshot only stare hopelessly into space as the older woman took advantage of her helplessness. "Selena you are too young to have alcohol when there aren’t any grownups around." Carlos, wtf you look like shit too. Carly looked down and again noticed his super long cock inside his shorts next to her . . . “Go over to Girt and hand him your checklist.” “I mean,” she began but her voice trailed off, “are you comfortable with me talking about your dick?” she asked me. She begged and pleaded to get the dog off of her as it mounted her and tits made her japan his bitch. Today she was wearing some kind of modest light red dress, which she pulled off incredibly well. Jason's arms were still around her, holding her tight. It was a new feeling for me. I had never put my finger in an asshole, not even my own.