“Now that is a gaping hole.” Shelia exclaimed, I lied there helplessly, pulling my cheeks apart. “Time to sit on this dick bitch, get the fuck...up and sit on my cock, time for you to do some work.” Mike ordered as he laid down on the bed, I straddled his chest and scooched back until I felt his slick cock, I raised myself up and began my self-impaling, there was the pain again, I groaned and moaned in pain, not taking more than a few inches in my ass while squatting over his body. “Bitch I. } The nanomites responded.Within minutes I felt my temperature start to rise. Good I was actually starting to get more feeling back in my extremities.A moment later Sheila walked to me kneeling beside me, she passed a hand over me nodding.{You seem to be recovering far faster than I at first thought Roger. Might I suggest that you do not overtax your systems yet. You have just achieved the third critical mass.} Sheila's thoughts 'said' to me.I hadn't noticed that I had actually nodded to. This was the first time I ever lit my mom's cigarette. I flicked the lighter and the flame gave my mom's face a glow that was to die for. As I put the light to her unlit cigarette I didn't realize I was staring at her tits. She inhaled and realized where my eyes were. "Steve, uh Steve, hello. My cigarette is lit, you can shut down the lighter," she said laughing."Oh, sorry mom I was just..." I stammered"You were just being a boy. I understand" she interrupted.I squirmed in the driver's seat as. We sat at the table for the next few minutes chatting and drinking coffee and I finally had my donut. After breakfast I grabbed Pat and we tested out our new electric quads. They turned out to be pretty good, just limited in range. The fact that they were quiet was uneasy for sure, but I got used to it. We were out for a few hours and got back in time for lunch; we washed up and headed to the kitchen. Jessica and friends returned shortly after lunch with the few items Gloria requested."Well.