"Just shortly before I moved out. I'd been doing my laundry getting everything cleaned one last time at least, and had left my undies and such for las.... I'd gone down stairs to the laundry room, spotted Jared sifting through my dirty clothes pile and watched as he lifted a pair of my panties and began rubbing himself off with them." Oooh, dirty panties at that! Jared, you really are a dirty, naughty little boy aren't you?"Jared ignored Amy's comment, turning to more directly face his sister.. The skins were designed to be cleaned with a mild peroxide solution, lightly talced inside, and then re-rolled for later use. Most men had a small flat pouch that they kept them in, and they could last a dozen reuses if looked after.After that incident, Vincent made damn sure his spares, were not left where she or anyone else could access them. He had replaced his lock on the bedside table and kept the one key on his fob watch chain, which he always had with him. The lock looked the same as the. He wondered why his face felt weird so he looked in a mirror. He was smiling. He did not see a new visual for five days and by the afternoon of the sixth he assumed he no longer had a wife and would not hear from her again. He was wrong. Ten days passed before he heard her say, ‘I have bad news for you today. Apparently you are the last living male of your clan. There is glory for any that kill you but the other clans are decimated themselves. They have requested the Federation grant them. Yes, my beefy cock sprang to life, but when the Flier had captured me, a machine had reattached the clear plastic cock-cap that would prevent masturbation - and of course I couldn't rip the thing off without wounding myself.There was sense of power, entitlement. I deserved to blast my seed into every pussy in the galaxy! To hell with anyone that would deny my inherent right to breed! I threw myself against the energy field, to be gently repulsed by an intangible, yet irresistable motion. As she.