"Oh goodie. This is what my father uses."There was no ripping sound, nor was she sliding a sheath over my erection. Instead, one finger, maybe two, we...e applying something cool. A gel? I didn't remember any lubricants in the drawer. I was tempted to open my eyes and see what she was doing, but if I was caught, I knew she's bolt. The sensation of her fingers running up and down my erection was just too good.I felt the pressure again. There were no bottoms, just bare skin. She pressed harder, and. I had not kissed her yet. She was panting and expecting me to come to bed and start the act. It was a decisive moment; she had set the ball rolling by declaring her intentions; it was now my turn to take the next step and not sit there and utter inanities likes a fool. So I gathered courage, perhaps for the first time in my life, and got over the bed and kissed her on the mouth. The barrier between us melted immediately as she held me against her bosom tightly and our lips met in a desperate. In fact they had taken two stints of overseas service in their first three years of enslavement at the Hall assisting in clinics founded by the Line in Third World countries where their extraordinary linguistic prowess had been as equally valuable as their nursing skills. This body of knowledge and practical experience stood them in good stead in this crisis.It was not a single casualty, as the footman had mistakenly informed Dr Chandra, but rather several. It had been a crash with a mini-bus. She did enthusiastically, even stopping to lick my bellybutton clean of my cum.If it was gonna be this easy to spread my lover’s genes around, every woman in town fit for c***dbirth would soon be just like me. I loved it.I felt my penis shift again, and I knew it was reforming to fit the new breeding mare (new words and phrases again) I was about to fill. I heard my sister gasp before I felt her small hands wrap around the shaft. I was a bit sad I couldn’t see my penis past my belly, but the.