But after a short nap, she decided to explore the beach. She got into her bathing suit and put a light robe over it. She also picked up a book to read... Going down stairs, she found that the rest of the guests had already gone out. Mildred appeared as if by magic with a picnic basket containing her lunch. As if Veronica could even think of lunch now after that breakfast. Along with the basket, Mildred gave her a large towel and blanket. Taking her supplies, Veronica went out on the beach.. Thankfully Sensha and Lady Murielle were part of my bond to Jer'Tock.'Will my eggs produce children with implants like you?''Interesting question, Kid. No one is sure, but I wouldn't be surprised that some fertilizations produce working implants. My basics are genetically encoded within your DNA."I thought about what Max had said. Social upheaval was an understatement. My children or at least the children I caused to be genetically imbued were going to hit the Galaxy like a hurricane,. All I could do was lie on my bed, still in my wet boxers, as I tried recollecting the dream.My mother, in her green cotton nighty, sat on my lap, her face facing mine, and the thin spaghetti straps, on the right side of her nighty, conveniently untied, to have one of her busty milky breasts out in the open, waiting for her son to start sucking his own mother’s hard nipples. Her knee-length nighty was lifted up to her hips. I was now having my hands on her thick round ass-cheeks.I groped her. Every time Donna rocked back onto his cock, her fat ass would clap against his lap and ripples would jiggle through it like two melon-sized mountains of jello, and her brown eye would stare up at him, just begging for abuse. Not to mention the sight of Holly, getting double-teamed by the machine beneath her, having enjoyed orgasm after orgasm with the puddle beneath her attesting to her joy. Her nipples were swollen from the bite of the clothespins and she had drool down her chin and chest from.