Over time, our genetic line will replace what is here currently and humanity will evolve. But we are talking millennia for that to happen. And that as...umes we don't die out ... or get killed off ... like other branches have had happen in the past."Megan raised her hand, "Why not do it faster? All it took was to give Mrs. B a little blood..." Possibly. If we can alter people through just a blood transfer and make them capable of passing on the genes, that would be the best case scenario. But. He admired it for a moment as recalled it was a few years old now but still in good working order despite the many times he used it. Not that it had ever been anywhere near his feet in all those years of loyal service.Six quick hard and immensely painful whacks soon followed. Just like Mr Smith did to Michelle on Wednesday evenings, only these felt much worse, and each one had her calling out ouch that got progressively louder.There was at least a moments respite for Michelle as Mr Jones put. Honestly, I don't know if I could. It's going to be hard enough to share Stan at all, let alone actually be there taking part. I think I'm going to have to take things slowly, Denise. Stan, if you're thinking of frolics in a threesome, don't get your hopes too high!"Anne took a deep breath. "Okay, practicalities. How do we do this?"Stan answered first. "We each have separate houses and I'm guessing we'll be wanting to keep it that way." There were nods from the others. "So, who visits who?". Her sister asleep on the floor. "Bored?" I asked young girl? She smiled,flashed her braces at me, and stood up and followed me out to the yard for a cigarette. I was in a pair of jeans and a flanneljacket, and this little 75lb thing followed me out barefoot in a nightshirt. Standing on my feet and rubbing against me to keep warm. I gave her what i assume was her first drags of menthol cigarette, cuz she got giggly and swayed real fast. Than unexpectedly jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms.