“Survival,” I said. “Correct,” said Dr. Jennings. “But whose survival?” I thought it was everybody’s and so did most of my classmates. D.... Jennings eventually brought the discussion to a close. “There is a postulation, not yet at the status of a theory, that our genes have a survival instinct separate from that of us as animals. The genes need to survive. That promotes reproduction. Only through reproduction do the genes survive. Dena, please step forward.” Dena stepped forward. “Now, imagine I. Then suddenly the object entered her. She clenched her buttocks together but it was already too late. The object was inside, twriling around spreading the lubricant. Just as suddenly it was gone, leaving Jennifer exposed and vulnerable. Next she felt something very large being pressed up against her asshole. She thought that she was going to be ripped apart. It was much larger than any butt plug that her mother had ever put into her. The object seemed to expand once past her anal entrance. She. Mharch!" The last syllable was expulsed from the diaphragm, hard and sharp. There was a definite count, almost like singing, to the words. Again, together with the others, she stepped off, left foot leading, right arm swinging, in step. And three steps later, the command came, as the left foot reached the ground, "Detail! Halt!"The speaker was in the driver's seat, the position one third of the way up from the rear of the small double column, on the left. Another Midshipman Fourth, the boy took. What have you got for me as Helen pulled at my sweats.A hard dick.What's under the T-shirt?My wet pussy.Oh look it's close to 5:30 I don't want mom to catch us. I want to take my time fucking you. That's all I could think about today at work.You thought about fucking me at work dad?Yes I know it's wrong but you're so pretty, have a great body and you make me so horny.It's not wrong dad. Mom told you to find someone else to have sex with. I'm glad I make you horny. Look at it this way you keep.