They’ve been programmed to respond a certain way in this situation. Think you can reprogram one of them, or should we just send them back?’ ‘We ...ave to reprogram them. I wouldn’t send my worst enemy’s mother back there, even if it meant they wouldn’t be born. Imagine if you can… remember the glass marbles you played with as a kid, the aggies, about a half or five-eighths of an inch? Okay, now imagine you have a hard on and someone is pushing one of those into your cock through your piss hole,. We got to Kelly’s room and her friends, Crystal and Beth were in there packing away, laughing at each other’s jokes. We walked in, Kelly introduced me. Crystal was about 5’ 7” and maybe 130 pounds with black hair and Beth was the same height as Kelly, but with pale skin, bobbed auburn hair and about 130-135 pounds. All three still in very good shape. My teenage boy mind wandered as I looked at them. What’s under those shirts? How about under the shorts? Way too many possibilities flashed. " "Don't worry, honey, trust me, we will." He lifted his penis and offered it to her. "I hope you don't mind, it has some of your cunt juices on it." "No, I don't mind. I don't mind at all." She whispered. "Good girl. Now go ahead and suck my dick." "What was in that hypo, anyway?" Jim asked, pounding her as hard as he could. "Just a little something to help our girl relax. Ohh, yea." Jack replied, closing his eyes as her lips closed around his cock. "Something to help. He placed his hands on my ass and squeezed, almost lifting me off the ground. He moved his hands to my waist and walked backwards, leading me towards his bed. He sat me down and took his shirt off. He leaned in and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, with a hint of the earlier passion. He gently laid me down and lay on top of me. His kisses continued, the passion increasing. His hand moved down my body, exploring every part of me, caressing my inflamed skin. When he touched my pussy I moaned. He.