NetBirth errorThis is a brief story of what happened to me and my sister, years ago.In 1977 me and my twin sister Melissa were born. We both were just...ordinary children, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. I grew up with the guys in the street, playing cowboy and that kind of games. Melissa was just one of the girls, playing with dolls, playing house and doing other girls stuff. In the first ten years of our lives nothing really special occurred, except for us being spoiled by our. You... pant! ... don't believe... puff! ... in startingslow... pant! ... do you?"Her mentor/trainer grinned at her. "I don't know why you're complaining.You did well running a marathon -- in 3 hours. We'll ramp up slowly fromhere."Nicole's jaw dropped. "A WHAT! I don't recall ever WALKING amarathon!"... "I just ran 26 miles and change! That's just not real..." You aren't what you were, nor are you what you will be when we aredone. You should be able to do better, either more miles or less. Jets of potent seed made her gag, and lose contact with the tip. Her face was slimed but she was happy, not for the goo but for the getting of it.Hands that had been supporting and caressing her, pinching and probing, were withdrawn. Michael leaned in and helped her to her feet, kissing her gently on the back of the neck - her only dry place - murmuring how proud he was of her, and how sexy she looked while sucking cock. She could tell from the sounds around her that the men were recovering,. Although still groggy from thedrug, she seemed to be completely normal, and by the time we reach Meg'sagain, she appeared to be completely recovered with no ill effects ofthe treatment.The three of us went into Meg's, and sat down at a table. Within twominutes, a young man approached and stood before us at the end of thetable. "Where have you been?" he asked her. She looked up in surprise,and answered, "I've been over at the University. We had an accidentlast night, and I got knocked out.".