My workplace is full of tiny squares. I walk past the same cold hallways everyday. Sometimes I take the straight lines and trace a large rectangle on ...he way back to my office. Other times I cut through the middle and zig-zag my way. Today I decided to zigzag. I reach my office. The yellow cart is closer now. Soon. I’m speaking to Andrew, our manager, on the phone about an order. He’s young and I’ve always thought that he was attractive. He has black hair, bright blue eyes, and a gorgeous. When I arrived the door was unlocked but no one seemed to be there which is unusual because my sister lazy cow never goes anywhere and dad should be in. I went upstairs too go to the toilet and heard moaning cumming from mom and dads room. I peeped through the crack in the door and saw my dad on top of another women. I watched my dad fuck this women and has I looked on my dad got off her and started too head fuck her I opened the door a little bit to get a better view and has my dad cum on her. So we're not zombies, we're magic clones with the original memories, and our original bodies are essentially vaporized. What happened to the people that you couldn't get a good memory scan from?" If their genetic pattern was still coherent, it was recorded, but the remains of the original body were returned to the planet's surface." How many 'survivors' are we talking about? And what's with the gender ratio? It looked a lot higher on tape than in the room I was watching from." In round numbers,. I look like sex on a stick. Theres no way hes going to be able to resist this. I throw my hair into a messy bun and grab Alis bathrobe, check to make sure my makeup is perfect and walk downstairs. I can already feel the excitement soak through my bikini bottoms as I open the back door and see him facing away from the door. I walk up the steps to the balcony type area the hot tub is on and its not until Im on the steps to get into the hot tub that he notices me. He laughs and shifts a little.