It's conceivable that it is what you are capable of that has caused this." So this is supposed to stop me? Wouldn't it make me more determined to find...a way to reverse the genetic changes. And as if I would use science for evil. If I can help prevent cancer, or get the paralysed walking again - aren't these good things?" Well, maybe that is a factor too. Maybe this is to get your undivided attention. Maybe you are supposed to do these things. But putting you in the body of a bimbo hardly seems. I half sit on the bed behind her and she lifts her hair out of the way as I fasten it under the nape of her neck. "Going out?" I ask. I rack my brains trying to remember if she has told me or not. My memory is not the best but I usually know when she is going out with friends. Often because I get to play taxi service. "No." she replied, standing and smoothing down the dress over her hips and thighs. "How do I look?" I give her a long slow once over. The dress is plain black and quite a. Each thrust milked her prostate, making her deflating cock leak a continuous flow of cum. Bella collapsed forward onto the wet floor, Jake's cock popping out of her ass. Her thick ass continued contracting, each pulse squirting a stream of pee and cum into the air, some of it hitting Jake's cock and thighs. After five or six powerful spurts, it slowed down to a trickle, running down her crack onto her soft cock and empty balls. Jake breathed heavily as his orgasm subsided, the last drops of cum. . CUM! I'M... GONNA... CUM!!" she cried with each forward thrust, and then she screamed as her orgasm hit. She shoved her hips back against Dean hard as she gritted her teeth, grinding her hips back against Dean's cock as hard as she could. Her fists gripped the quilt tightly as she rotated her hips around Dean's thrusting cock, and dean could feel her pussy clamping down and fluttering around his shaft as her orgasms flooded over her body. Dean kept up his momentum, never slowing even for a.