”Gunnar’s face darkens at the news. He doesn’t want to believe any of it. “What about the other blood samples?”“I’ve gone over all of th...m,” Zak says, frowning at the man. “I’ve ran each sample through at least three times. All of them show minor changes, but nothing that warrants this.”“So she could control them after all,” Gunnar remarks.“Not quite,” corrects the doctor. “It didn’t allow her to control the fungus as much as it allowed her to be manipulated.”“What do you mean by that?” Gunnar. Come home please, daddy."God, talk about tugging at the heart strings. "Sweety, daddy can't come home now. Mommy and I have some problems. I'll tell you what though, I'll pick you and Carlie up and we can go out for pizza or something." Can mommy come?" Not this time sweety, maybe next time. Go ask Carlie if she wants to go." Dad, Carlie wants to go but says she has to take care of mommy. She won't stop crying. Can me and you go to McDonalds and I can bring back Carlie and mommy. Large men with a little belly bulge seem to hide a lot of cock in there somewhere. It felt as if my intestines were being pushed into my stomach by a nine inch fuck-stick. "God dammit!", I moaned... "Fuck that boi-twat, daddy." "Shove that pony dick into your little slut's pussy." I was writhing and shaking like it was my wedding night. He arched his back upwards and I was riding high on his cock as he pushed another few inches into me. "Take it!" He groaned, like a b**st. "Take this cock in. “Yeah, we did,” Clint said. “We have to reward Elisabet somehow.”“Mmm, I think she's getting bred by her son even as we speak,” I said. “Her husband's in the corner of her bedroom, jerking his cock like a good little cuckold as the real man of the house takes care of the women.”“Yes!” Alicia moaned. “Ooh, Daddy, yes, yes, lick at my pussy. Just feast on me. I know you're going to make me cum so hard. You always do.”“Your pussy just tastes so delicious, princess,” Clint growled. Alicia.