And I want to watch him.”Anne is standing sideways in front of a wall length mirror with Gloria kneeling in front of her.I have just watched Gloria ...iss and lick my wife Anne’s glorious arse cheeks with great enjoyment and sexual pleasure for all of us.“You have a magnificent and awesome arse, now I want to lick you to orgasm while your man masturbates,” Gloria tells Anne.A short time ago I had received a brilliant blow job from Gloria and my erection was no more.However, as soon as I saw. Since the kids were eight years old I'd purchased some home schooling kits and had them doing their lessons at the library table, most days. They didn't bitch too much. They realized that they'd be bored to screaming fits without something to pass the time. I had them do more reading and book reports than the curriculum demanded. It increased their vocabularies and sped up their reading.I spent a couple of thousand dollars on an old Encyclopedia Britannica, before they split into a macropedia. For some reason, perhaps the winning smile that Jacobs gave me, thisutterly inconsequential event seemed to stick in my mind, and I wasreminded of it the next week when coaching the younger boys in the nets. Iwas coaching the batsmen while Ben had the unenviable task of teaching theart of bowling. Young Jacobs, immaculate in his white flannels, was tryingto bowl far too fast for his young body to support. Ben came over to him:"get your left arm right up, right up like this," he stood behind him. Of the nine clones she'd created, only the three nextto her remained, themselves held in stasis.Now Cylon was enraged, his chief Agent Nokie Doru was dead before hecould rescue the Janet Riggs at Saturn Max. But of course she alreadyknew that clone was dead. Each time one died she regained a little bit ofher former self. The self that had existed before she met Cylon.He looked down on her held there in stasis, her tears streaming down herface at realization of what she'd done. Only he thought.