Where No Man Has Gone Before

I realize my hormones were out of control but to be honest I really can't blame it all on that, I started crying and reached out to hug her.

She hugged me back not understanding at all, "Is it really that bad?"

"No… {Sniff} I love it," and squeezed her tighter.

I don't know if she understood at that point or not, but she started crying along with me.

When I finally stopped, immediately a new sensation insistently interrupted, my eyes kind of popped, I blushed and said, "I don't know how to say this," I giggled (shut up!), "or do it for that matter, but I have to go potty." I said this with my hands crossing my lap and my body rocking back and forth.

She fell over onto me laughing.

She stood up, took my hand, walked me over to a little room, and showed me how. (They have way different plumbing, but now so did I for that matter.)

I mean, women do it every day, but for me it was an erogenous experience. When I was done I looked at her and said, "Does it always feel that good?"

"You are so cute. It's just peeing."

"Well maybe to you, but I've never had a pussy before. It's just so sensitive down there!" I cupped my pussy to make my point.

"Are you saying you like it?" she looked puzzled and as though she was asking hopefully.

"It beats being a slightly overweight middle aged man, all to Hell!"

"Middle aged? I thought you were only 44 years old?" she asked wide eyed.

"I am, or was. How old am I now?" I was confused.

"44 years old."

"But, if I look like you… You can't be over 19 years old."

She blushed, "Now I know you are teasing me."

"I am not, just how old are you in Earth years?" This was certainly getting strange.

"I'm 429 of your years old," she looked somewhat self-conscious.

"How long do your people live?" Now, I was sure she was the one, pulling my leg.