Which Wendy Austin are you?" The first." When were you born?" 1942." Ja, fer sure," he chortled. "One hundred and what? Twenty two?" Pretty much," Wen...y said. "How about I prove it to you?"She touched him on the shoulder. They flickered ... it wasn't much but the minions were upset ... just long enough to hit the dirt and start fumbling for pistols."Heilige Geschlechtsverkehr Scheiße. Wie in den sieben Höllen haben sie das getan?" Poor fucker lost his English ... again."Verdammt nochmal, Hans.. Nothing sexier than a hot chick in heels and lingerie. I had so many emotions going through me, excitement, fear, embarrassment, humiliation. I was about to experience one of my most erotic fantasies.She slowly walked toward me then straddled me on the bed, her legs between mine, forcing me to be spread wide. She began to kiss me, slipping her soft tongue into my mouth. Then she fed me those firm beautiful breasts. She moaned as I sucked on them and bit them. Her hand slid down to my raging. After a while Betty Jo started throwin up every mornin and didn’t want to do fuckin no more. That’s when we larned the white stuff made babies inside a woman.Ma took her to a dockter to get it fixed and Pa beat us even tho we told him we didn’t know and we was sorry. I think he was kinda pissed that he wasn’t gettin any of Betty Jo’s fine pussy. She was right purty with boobies thet were gettin bigger all the time. We knowed he feeled em up too.When she cum back she was kinda sick. Ma told us. I did not, however, remember anything about the woman to whom I was now making passionate love, nor did I have any recollection of who she was, or, truth be told, any distinct or clear memories at all of ever having existed in this or any other reality previously. Her hair was a color unrecognizable and indiscernible, her scent best described as natural, slightly flowery, dripping of pheromones, her lips seemed soft, too soft to be human, although I find myself unable to recall how soft a.