Vacation

“Okay…so let me get this straight…” a soft voice emitted from a rather young man bound up by the wrist by some yellow glowing halo like object while trying to sit up properly on the uncomfortable brick flooring by the pool, “Y-you are an alien…not here to destroy the world, recon, or even do diplomacy…your just here on vacation!?” The soft voice of the young man turned raspy as he screamed at his Milf of a neighbor Rebbecca sprawled out on her back in her underwear no less on top of her chair. Sighing loudly from having to hear this kids question over and over again in different forms.






