Not yet. Her crinoline felt funny in her lap.She stroked the steering wheel, where his hands had held it. It was stiff, and round, and leathery-smooth... She leaned over it, and smelled it, tasted the residue of his sweat.What was she doing?She sat up abruptly, hands in her lap, demurely. Legs uncrossed, though. The car was no place to have one's legs crossed. There was barely room for it, between the seat and the dashboard. No room for...The side door snapped open, and Paul was back in the car.. I loved being on my knees servicing you, feeling you harden in my mouth. Looking up at you as I licked your balls. When you spread your legs and roughly took my hair in your hands, I knew where you would guide me before you did. I desired to run my tongue underneath your balls, I think as much as you enjoyed feeling me do so. I had never felt as though I was preparing a man to take me before that night, but I wanted you as hard as possible. I surprised myself as my fingers began rubbing my clit. It was simple. We wanted to play God.Of course, we could only do so much on our own. Funding scientists through small shell companies, we hastened the completion of the Human Genome Project, completed in 2003, and, to be honest, stole a lot of research.Strangely, our goals had changed over the years. They began simple enough. We wanted immortality, or at least a longer lifespan, neither of which could have been achieved until long after the founders of our operation were dead. We did manage to. It was the current circumstance that was so highly unusual. When he further dropped to his knees behind her and pushed his bearded face into the intimate places where his hand had just been, this did not seem, n itself, all that peculiar either. Lynette even knew that this activity was called cunnilingus (as she also now knew the first sexual activity she had seen was called fellatio). Again, it was the situation rather than the actions that astonished her.When he stood up and carefully.