The son of my neighbor is a young man of nineteen age, tall, dark and muscular. He said it was the gym every day. I realized that my wife was attracte... to him, her eyes shining. I also realized that the boy's penis was hard when he saw the neck of my wife, which revealed much of her breasts. He tried vainly to disguise the volume beneath the pants.When all sat on the couches, I noticed that my wife was wearing no underwear. She sat right in front of the boy and quietly opened his knees, in a. We still had scientists with ideas on how the civilization could be saved, and project Mobius was created. With careful study we were soon able to trawl virile men from the recesses of time itself. The first several attempts ended horribly with death, under great pain and agony. Even these failures rendered some usable seed, extracted post mortem.” Which brings us back to here and now. You are genetically pure, and virile to a new height on the Regents scale used to measure such things. We have. Her cheeks were flush with alcohol and adrenaline and she looked so happy I felt like crying. Her soft, pouty lips glistened with the reflected light from a streetlamp outside.As my mind reeled to keep pace with my aching heart, I eased my grip on the pillow.She saw the opening and seized it, yanking the pillow from my hands and hiding it behind her. Realizing that I was about to lose the game, I pounced forward to reclaim my prize.The pillow was trapped beneath her back, and she was trapped. Her clothing were of the sort that tended to flatten out a prim lady's curves, yet even under that exterior it was not difficult to make out the lovely shape of her ass and the hint of the globes on her chest. What I particularly liked about her was that she always wore high heels, normally black opera pumps.But her slender, tapered pianist's fingers, moving as cleverly as they did across the keyboard over which she was mistress, were what was most seductive about her, and when we first shook.