I was in shock. Even more so when I saw his cock had appeared. My mind began to replay those videos in my head. I had seen women take a dog in the mis...ionary position. Now I was in that position with a dog ready to take me. I panicked. It was getting late and Don would be home in about 30 minutes. I pushed Rex down and jumped up. He gave this sort of growl which was probably frustration. I know I was frustrated too. I quickly deleted the computer history but not before noting down that address. She was lying on the couch, stretched out and fast asleep. She was wearing her favorite nightgown, the one he had given her and what she always wore on special nights. She had been waiting up for him and fallen asleep, and once again he was touched by her thoughtfulness. He sat on the table across from the couch and gazed at her, taking in everything about her. He watched as her chest rose and fell with her steady breathing, how a lock of hair had fallen onto her cheek and fluttered slightly. Actually, I did come within seconds after penetration. His cock truly stretched my vagina – not lengthwise, but side-to-side. His erection also was extremely hard. Before he entered me, I lubricated it, and as I smoothed the oil up and down the shaft, it stiffened noticeably to a rock-hardness that seemed in sync with its thickness. My orgasm was quick and strong. He maintained his erection for quite awhile, fucking me in a number of positions, before finally coming, doggy style. The sex was. Now, if you would take a look here," the Doctor said and pointed to the slowly rotating helix on the second read-out. "This is a genetic profile of your wife, taken by the Vulcans before she was delivered here. Since the medics on Soval's ship did not have access to her Starfleet medical records, they made a complete genetic scan. According to the cellular decay rate, your wife was born on March 30th or April 1st in 2130. Peculiar, isn't it?"Malcolm stared at the display, unable to say.