" I'm aboard the Flying Dutchman. We can switch to visual. And yes, the translator is working." Good. I've found our first research project. Remember ...ur discussions on possible plant life that could help with AIDS issues?" Yes. You told me that there was several possibilities you were thinking about." True. Well, I thought I'd start with Sutherlandia." Haven't I heard something about them on the email list we belong to? Somebody was trying to get some sort of license on it. Some sort of. Starting with in introduction into who I am :-). I'm Chris C. and I was born in Ninety Six, SC to Milford and Debra Coleman. I had a very humble upbringing that included some very old school teachings from my parents that include never giving up on your ambitions and no matter what it’s important to always put the needs of your spouse and c***dren before your own. I took the majority of my parents teachings to heart early in life by trying to do the best could possibly do in school so as to. Before Hera can provide one, she continues, “Hell no. She says keeping things the way they are is safe. But I want to expand. We can do so much more than just sell pets.”“We do have the escorts too,” Hera pipes in.“Yeah, but I’m talking bigger,” Eris says, becoming more lively. “I’m talking strip clubs, prostitution, sex stores. Things can bring in more money and clientele. We can maybe even train those damn ferals and use them in some kind of bestiality acts.”Hera laughs. “Those mangy animals. She got right under Rachel's pussy, and stuck her tongue into her pussy. It was quite a treat, and that sight was just too big for me. I came in about a second, and it went right down her throat. She took my cock out of her mouth, and looked up at me. She swallowed my cum, unlike Jessica. Then Rachel just leaned back onto her hands. She just let Jessica eat her out, and it was unclear who thought it was hotter: Rachel, Pat, or me. Pat, and I super glued our eyes to them, and our cocks became.