No dilution of the gene pool then, it wasn’t possible.”Right on the money there. I look over at my very own grade-A, top-of-the-line specimen and ...mile.“OK, you say, physically yes, but mentally?” the professor goes on. “And that’s the popular perception, popular not only with the general public but even a lot of those who work in my field, that Cro-Magnon was, well, mentally challenged. Why? Well, I mean these guys lived in caves, didn’t they? They had no agriculture, no animal husbandry, no. We had our usual repeat in the morning, of course, and as we were getting over that there was a knock at the door and Alicia appeared with cups of tea.Alicia had obviously had what must have been a desperately-needed shower and had found an old dressing-gown of Wendy's in the spare room wardrobe. She looked terrific. It was not just her sparkling eyes and radiant smile; there was a satisfaction and fulfilment about her that had not been there before and it seemed to convert her extreme. Life was good, my sexpot of a wife and I were happy together and then things started to go sour. I didn't detect it right away, but Lana's whole personality started to change. She went from happy-go-lucky to quiet and moody, but the change was gradual, not sudden. When it did finally dawn on me that things had changed I began looking for the cause, but I couldn't find anything that I could identify as problem causing. One night after a fairly intense bout of lovemaking she asked me a question. He was a cool guy who minded his own business when it came to me and didn't seem to care about disciplining his wayward daughter Nicole. He was probably too busy giving it to my starry-eyed mom as soon as the bedroom door closed at night.Nicole was a bit on the plump side but now that I was used to her that didn't seem like a drawback. In fact, I liked the way she bounced underneath my weight like flexible ball of yielding flesh making me spill my juices a lot sooner than I really wanted to.She.