But perhaps I could push the boundaries between us, just a bit. I touched the piece of hair hanging in front of her face. She looked at me with plain ...uriosity, complete patience. “You had a piece of hair in your face,” I said. “Yes,” she whispered. I sat next to her, with my hand placed between us. “That was bothering me. Usually your hair looks so—perfect.” She nodded. “It goes well with your face. Because it’s perfect, you know?” She lowered the book, let it fall somewhere to the floor, then. She had then confronted(?) Bert and Dusty and had a rather embarrassing talk with them about the facts of life and associated aspects. She then asked for an officer call and announced the solution,"Infect 'em with the Comminantes' whatever! C'mon people; we know the Comminantes whatever is a targeted beneficial thing. We may not know how it works but we do know what it does. It modifies the recipient's genetic codes towards the Comminantes enhancements."Elle's solution was not held tight and. On the next Wednesday Lisa took our daughter to bed around nine, as usual. I didn't really notice that she took a little longer than usual, but it was forced upon me when Lisa returned to the living room, obviously freshly showered and dressed only in her nightgown."Oh, you're turning in already?" No. I've just prepared myself for a visitor."???????She didn't explain. She turned on the TV, but at a quarter to ten she looked at the clock and turned it off again. A minute later the doorbell rang,. Panicked again Jenna struggled to breathe. His balls hung onher teen face while his dick dug deeper into throat.Two Months Later:“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Jenna woke up with the terrible nightmares. She thrashed around disorientedin the dark. Sweating in a panic she fell to the floor crawling until she reached the end of the chainaround her ankle. There was no light, only darkness.Slowly she came to, realizing where she was. Shaking, Jenna crawled, following the chain back to the bed and turned.