“Yes, they are,” said James, and they all picked up pace in a synchronized manner.“Yes, fuck me… yes, fuck me… yes, fuck me,” my daughters...and I cried out loud.“You like it, bitches… you like it,” said the boys.“Yes, we do, yes we do,” we moaned.“You are white dick whores, aren’t you!”“Yes… yes… yes.. we are… we are… we are white dick whores!”“You want harder?”“Yes… yes… yes,” we all replied, “Ooh ya… Ooh fuck me… Ooh ya… Ooh fuck me… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck. Prudence had been exposed to a lot of sex by her husband before he left for the war, but his skill had been non existent. He climbed on her, shot his wad, and climbed off, not caring whether she had reached her peak or not. She, too, had wanted a child. She, too, had had to learn to satisfy herself with her fingers.Prudence lay in her own bed, in her own house, her fingers embedded firmly in her empty pussy as she writhed under the covers. Her orgasm came quickly. She was a hot blooded woman. Panache to it.”“Panache aside,” Gath said, “I think we should go with my suggestion. Computer, did you hear my file name?”“Information regarding the genocide of the Earth native population by order of the Fleet and the Space Federation Executive Council,” the computer returned. “Is this the file name you would like to use?”“It is,” Gath said before Yank could add anything else.“The file has been created,” the computer said. “Camera focus is on the human seated in the chair you currently occupy. Although tempted to read the message I answered the phoneinstead. As I put it to my ear I noticed a colorful array of pillowssitting on my loveseat. It had been reupholstered with a soft looking,chartreuse material. A new piece of furniture sat behind the roomdivider. It was a small vanity, with a large mirror.There was something very strange going on and I didn't know what it was.I didn't own a vanity, did I? When did I buy it? Where did the pillowscome from?"I'm sorry that I'm not there yet.".