Sarah's Clan was pleased by the change in the people's attitude. Now, besides being friendlier, they were much more open with their observations, ques...ions and suggestions. Both Sarah and Amy's Clans were quite pleased with the interaction between crew and the nannies."We need to move to the shuttle," said Sally after some time had passed. "If you are near them tell Amy's Clan, Gail, Dorothy and Maria." We heard you," said Amy's Clan."Oops. I forgot." I think our connection is tighter under. I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. Becky said that I could get in the shower but she needed to use the bathroom to finish getting ready. I climbed in the shower and heard Becky ask if it was safe to come in. I told her it was and I heard her enter. I still couldn't stop thinking about her even though I had just shot a huge load thinking of her. I couldn't stop thinking about her hand wrapped around my cock.She told me she was done and it was safe to come out. I turned off the water. Thenthis was repeated with her right nipple. The needles pressed deep into herbreasts as she squirmed uselessly. They always injected your breasts beforethey roasted you. That was basic education. But somehow the thought of it actuallyhappening had slipped her mind. When it happened it made you feel close tobeing meat. It was one of the last things they did before they spitted you.Everybody knew that. But it was undignified and uncomfortable, like the guttingthey used to do long ago. She gasped. I could feel myself blushing.“Don’t be silly,” she replied with a small smile. “It isn’t the first time I’ve felt one of those. You’re just being a normal young man.” Then she surprised when she said, “Am I the cause of that condition by any chance?”“No, of course not!” I blurted. I knew I said the wrong thing when Mom put on one of her classic hurt expressions.“You don’t think I’m pretty?”“Of course I think you’re pretty, Mom.” That wasn’t an issue. Mom was nearing 40 and a little overweight.