I pumped more and more cum onto the unfortunate whore, and she stuck her tongue out to catch whatever flecks and globs she could. That bitch oozed wit... my spunk inside and out.Dismounting the bed, my big softening cock and balls swaying between my legs, I began the task of pulling a shirt over my head and shoving my massive sex organ back into my pants. Naked Lindsey just lay back on the bed nude, the cum that dribbled down her chin and tits beginning to dry all over."Your boyfriend is sure. ."...Okay, we're ready" said the one who appeared to be leading the operation.The probe slid down my slit and the leukorrhea on it seemed to disappear into fine air..."Those self-cleaning probes sure are handy, right ?" said the scientist with red magnifying glasses."...huh, yes..." he was trying to put me at ease, but it was more embarrassing than anything else..."I remember cleaning those probes with..."-"Josh. Focus."-"Yes, Sir."Four men came in with a giant machine on tiny wheels (I thought. Situation: Mass Chaos.It's interesting actually remembering something, isn't it?It was definitely the summer of 2027. I remember that day. It was the day everything changed. I don’t really know much about myself. I mean, yeah, I know what I look like – pale skin (though not looking like I’m dead), black hair, steel gray eyes, relatively thin figure, decent clothes (consisting mainly of the black t-shirt with a Japanese character on it in red and a pair of jeans that I wore most often).My most. She wandered off. "At least Joe's got himself a fancy house," she thought."What's going on?" Mrs. Solomon asked Margie when she returned with drinks and oatmeal cookies she'd created."Upstairs. Harem business." What?!?" Uh, Joe didn't tell you?" No. He said he found a wife and friends of hers needed a family Thanksgiving." I figured he might have mentioned it. Sorry. Oh well. There are seven of us." Seven?" Joe and six women." You're..." I'm older than I look, right Dad?" In a way," her dad.