I could even watch them attacking her precious egg and impregnating her. I was actually watching the miracle of birth unfold before my eyes.Then it ap...ears that I skipped forward in time. My Christmas Angel and I were cuddled up on a couch surrounded by our twelve children, six girls and six boys. They were singing “The twelve days of Christmas” and standing before a huge well decorated Christmas Tree.Then my alarm clock went off and my eyes opened. It was Christmas Day! I was all alone! Had it. I continued to push my finger into her ass, and now Alexa was moving with rapid thrusts. "Max, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh, oh, oh, oh," and she was shooting pussy juice out of her cunt hole. The room was soon filled with her moans of pleasure. Then I could feel my cock getting hard again, and Alexa was once again kissing it. Then she told me she wanted to fuck my brains out and told me to lie on my back. She crawled on top and began to kiss me, mixing my cum with her juices that were. Or at least treasure to her. These people must have had horses or something. There were all sorts of whips and leather goods on the table. She made her way to the table holding the little whip to inspect it closer. She had never desired to own a riding crop. Yet this one called out to her. Her hand slipped to it and her fingers went around the rough handle. It seemed to have been held tight when used. It had obviously been used often. There was an indentation where a strong hand had once put. "The term 'drone' was an in-house word used to describe sexless humans," Hank began."But drones are robots!" Amanda interrupted."Joan was thinking 'insects', even though drone bees are male," Hank countered. "We weren't ready to go commercial yet, so we didn't do market research. Nova Sapient is the new term Marketing came up with--'nova' for short." But what is the process that produces these Nova Sapients?" Amanda asked."The Nova Sapient Rebuild process," Hank replied, "also known as the NSR.