Her boots were carefully slid on and zipped up, and as she did so, her manhood responded and her panties became wet with desire. Lastly, her hair. She...had chosen a Britney Spears style wig that was just past shoulder length. As she put it on, a sudden explosion of pleasure emanated from between her legs. Michelle and Gina locked in a passionate grip, exploring each other's sex and bodies. Michelle finally had her own living doll! It was like making love to Britney Spears, only Gina had the one. She really wasn’t moving much, certainly not like Ann had done just a few minutes before, but he believed that she was a different woman with totally different reactions. He just hoped that he could get her off one more time before he had to pull out. Each time Spencer’s cock thrust deeply into her, Amy’s brain lit up with Christmas tree lights. Each plunge was heavenly and each withdrawal sorrowful, but he filled her again and again. “More,” she was thinking, “More, More, More.” She wasn’t. "My critters really like you," Marty mentioned. "I never had time to take that crap test--" CAP—for Capacity, Aptitude and Potential,"I corrected. "I am offering you an exception because you like horses and dogs. You will have to come up with your own title. Normally you have to get a high CAP score and be fertile. Frankly, we humans have two Confederacy jobs—we fight and we fuck so that there's a new generation of fuckers to fight the Sa'arm. By the way, I'm a lousy salesman. Another reason. But he was smart and funny as well as sexy. I do miss him. All of him." She'd let a few tears run from the corner of her eye. Seeking to console her I put an arm around Mrs. Drake. She rested her head on my shoulder. "Are you smart and funny, Jim?" I try to be." Now I let my hand wipe the tears from her cheek. "Mrs. Drake? Do you need companionship? Just until you find someone to be with?" Call me Ruth." She turned her head and kissed me. Then she moaned as her hand wrapped around my cock. I.