Albright was on her knees talking with Devon, offering words of comfort. “Probably just a scratch,” she suggested, knowing the comment must have ...ppeared ridiculous, given the amount of blood that continued to spread over the boy’s uniform.“Yeah, I just need s few minutes to get my head together,” Devon suggested. “Did we get the guy at first? Is the game over?”“Nice try, D...but I’m afraid your throw ended up in the dugout,” Jeff confirmed. “We’ll get them though. My mom and dad will get. It all started as I have said in several previous stories of the new club opening beside the apartment complex and wife's adventures making sure those big black studs got the best white pussy around. She was spending lot's of time milking those big black balls then feeding me the results of her efforts. Soon she had the .young Mexican wife from next door following in her foot steps draining big black balls getting her pussy pounded as well. The only problem with that was she couldn't let her. Amber (salivating): So like, how much cum? Kate: Bucketful's, just an ungodly amount. Enough to fill several mugs, easy. And not a small one either, like the ones you see at a German bar. Amber: Wow, how do you even have that much cum in you? Kate: Right, well, on top of being a futa, I also have overactive testicles. These swollen, massive things, like softballs, just constantly churning out more butter, you know. Kind of annoying really. You’ll just be sitting and the urge to jerk off. Dr. Samantha Rowley hadn’t been the human-experiment instigator, but she had taken an active role as head of ZB8687 research. While she didn’t personally inject anyone, she prescribed dosages, furnished the drug and the syringes.She also kept detailed test results in the Chub safe at Fowler Crescent. The safe also housed an obscene necklace — Iraqi souvenirs.Rowley sang. Fowler sang. So did two lesser players — both medical doctors in that Edison lab.Homeland Security may never find everyone.