There was a strange but oddly familiar aura about him that she could not identify, could not place. "What are you, Mark Fuller? You have not been gene...ically modified like my Arron was, as you do not look Grojan, but you are certainly not human." She turned and sat on the maid's chair to watch. He suddenly groaned. Minara stood and walked over to the bed just as his eyes opened.He looked at her for a moment, confusion on his face, then he said something in Arron's language. Minara shook her. How fast her heart was beating!"That bitch," Jamie was thinking... "That cunt!" He seemed to still see his mother's well cared for and well displayed figure, the way she had been in the kitchen a short while before."Jamie..." Susan whispered, hesitantly."Turn over..." he said. He felt beyond himself... maniacal almost. He knew at once what he wanted to do to punish his mother for making such a lewd spectacle of herself. A slight smile came to his lips."Turn over on your belly, I said!" Jamie. She would be there in good time. She tuned into Prime Country on Sirius radio and settled into the drive. The sex she is about to have, will be some of the best. Brian has always left her wanting more. She is driving into the Springs, with anticipation. She pulls into the parking lot at the hotel and prepares herself for what’s coming. She takes a deep breath, it all begins.The next morning as she is leaving she thinks to herself, how the night was absolutely fantastic. She can see Brian. The invitations had taken a long time to send out, because Michael had made Fucktwat masturbate to orgasm over each and every guest. He found pictures of them and got Fucktwat to imagine fucking the guest, being raped by the guest, sucking the guest's cock or licking their pussy, while she frantically jilled her fuckhole. And the guest list was long - it included every member of Fucktwat's extended family, every person she'd gone to school with, including her teachers, all her co-workers,.