“Now her panties,” I commanded.Babs turned and winked. “It’s ok honey. You’re gonna eat pussy today.” After all, it was on the list.Babs�... ass was about 8 inches from my mother in law’s face. Louise slowly pulled down Babs’ panties as the younger woman let her bra drop to the floor. Louise instinctively fondled Babs’ ass cheeks. When Babs turned around her pussy was inches from my mother in law’s face. “You’ve never smelled pussy before, right? I think you ought to right now.”Louise slowly. ”“So you changed a few of us and killed off the rest,” Mishka’s sarcasm was evident even to these bigoted, self-righteous creatures.“No, nothing like that,” Adam protested. “We were experimenting with a small representation - fine-tuning - with the goal of later modifying a larger group that would, over time, breed and upgrade your species. Apparently, we succeeded with you - excepting your appearance.” His tone was priggish and smug.Seeking to keep information flowing, Mishka ignored the tone. It was obvious that the container wasn't going up into the van, as the floor was something over four feet off of the ground, plus there just wasn't any room in the van for it. I opened the case on the concrete pad and pulled out the radio."You need a hand?" an anxious Wilson asked."No, I'm fine."The van still held the smell of burning insulation from the other radio, but the smell was being cleared out rapidly with the door and windows open and the air conditioning on full blast. Imagine my. ’ ‘There’s a comparable boat for sale in Marina del Rey that’s listed for $358,000 US,’ she continued. ‘If we could get the Astoria boat up here and re-engine it for less than a hundred grand, we’d be ahead, right?’ ‘I’m pretty sure we could do it for that kind of money,’ I agreed, ‘but it might need some other work as well, so we’ll need an expert opinion. Do you think you could do the survey? You have the education.’ ‘I know the technical aspects, Pat, but I don’t have any experience. I don’t.