It almost seems as if the rate of aging is actually genetically coded into a living organism. It’s as if a life form carried about a genetic blue pr...nt of planned obsolescence, a preordained self destruct system if you like. Why?Well you have to remember that dying is actually a very good thing. Of course for the individual organism it’s a complete disaster! But for a species as a whole then the death of individuals is eminently a pro-survival mechanism. If the individuals didn’t die then the. We’ll all appear to you similar to this.” He gestured with his hands and left tracers in the air that faded out after a few seconds. “They will see you for what you are as well, but don’t be surprised if they ignore your existence. Do not pester any of them. If any of us wishes to speak to you, we’ll make our presence known. Otherwise it would be best not to interfere, they aren’t all as good natured as I am. They won’t kill you because you are protected, but there are other things in life. He withdrew, wiped a big glob of my spit and mucus from his cock onto his finger, and plunged back into my throat with a grunt. Mark leaned over my prone body, impaling my throat, his balls dangling and swinging into my closed eyes, he reached past my cock and felt around for my virgin asshole. As he swirled a lubed digit around my tender hole I made the first sound of protest since he first forced his way into me. Humming a “no, please!” into his shaft, I tried to clench my legs. “Don't. Wanna try something new today?’ ‘Jesus…Kenny…you don’t mean…You do! You want me to…You sure Dad’s gone?’ ‘Yeah. He’s long gone. Timmy, you’ve done so fucking much this week…why not try it? You don’t like it, you pull it out. No problem. Then at least you’ll know.’ He pulled me harder into him, my dick pressed in between his cheeks…it felt good…I moved just a tiny bit and it felt even better. Ken responded to my movements my pressing into me even further. ‘Sure feels like it wants to be.