'Wider!', I murmured and you parted your thighs without protest.I pouched your furry mound and found your clit hood again and made it flex juicily und...r my finger. Your hand was around my shoulder again , for support. I heard your deep breathing now. I hoped my fingers were finding the right buttons ... I heard your jerking intakes of breath and your hips working slowly. 'Mmm..good girl! ' I whispered encouragingly. Two of my fingers were now ploughing your deep wet slit. Moments before your. Well, slippery slope and all that.“Sacrifice. Really?”Bobsy sputtered on for a few moments, it was like listening to someone speaking in Scientific Tongues. I heard a couple of things I could understand, ‘rumors’ and ‘might be true.’ Followed by more Tongues. This time I was able to decipher ‘billionaires’ and ‘genius scientists.’“Genius how?”“Like they don’t make charts to measure those guys.” Then more Tongues, something about a lab in Fremont with ‘single gene mutation’ and ‘a worm’s genome’. "But you first. I never felt anything like that beautiful ass of yours."He turned Karen over onto her stomach and began kneading her swelling, smooth, dark buns with both hands. She did have a perfect ass, and Laura knew how he felt. While she watched, his huge cock began to stiffen again. In seconds it was as hard as a pipe, thumping and twitching.He began to saw it up and down in the crack between Karen's round, black buns. Karen's eyes rolled up behind her eyelids. She bit her full lower. I was only going home to a Hungry Man dinner anyway.” “No, no. You helped my Rosita. You deserve much better than that.” “So why are you offering him dinner, mama?” Rosanna chimed in. “Fresh girl. I taught you better manners.” Carla shot back with a smile. “I know, but I forgot them someplace,” Rosanna answered as she lay down gingerly on the couch. “Do you hear this, Leander?” Carla threw up her hands and made her way to the kitchen. The sounds of slamming doors, pots, pans and water running.