I looked up to see the taxi driver staring at us in the mirror. My eyes had begun to glaze over, the sound of 'slop, slop' increasing as his four fing...rs pistoned in and up my soaking fucking twat."Oh fucking hell," I mumbled perhaps a little too loudly as again I saw the driver staring at us through the mirror. By now he would have had a perfect view of four fingers slamming in and out of my cunt.Our eyes met briefly as I continued to be finger fucked. In my hazy state I'm sure I saw him smile. This is no different.” “What do you mean?” Farrah asked. “We’ve referred to this sorts of ‘miracles’ as genetic anomalies before. Usually we can convince the male partner that some part of either of your DNA laid dormant from a long ago ancestor to explain why the child is…much…much darker than both parents.” Farrah looked up with tears in her eyes, not believing what was happening to her. She loved Jeremy. She loved him to bits. It had been a one-time thing she wanted to tell herself she. We'll be one of those exceptions, and I think you're supposed to be getting prepared as well. We're preparing backup natural gas generators in some underground shielded bunkers and we're also working on solar and wind powered backup systems, so we'll be OK ... supposedly, but the rest of the grid is going offline to stay. No more factories, corporate farms or endless container ships from China. Sounds disastrous at first, but the more I think about it, it just seems like an opportunity to do. I was panic-stricken. Helpless. I started to consider what to do. I started to breathe deeply. Trying to relax. Trying to think. Trying not to panic. Then I heard the door of my booth open. And I heard the familiar voice. “I told you we’re going to play it differently today, “ was the next thing he said, followed by, “I hope you’re wearing the butt-plug I told you to wear. I immediately felt a pair of hands reach around and start to unbutton my jeans. He unbuttoned then, then slowly lowered.