Yes, they are my kids, but they aren't entirely human, and it’s not like I had helped incubate the eggs. The entire time Lela had been on that incub...tor, it almost felt like she was taking care of someone else's eggs.But now that I see the tiny things, it strikes home. These tiny things are the product of Lela's and my coupling. I helped create these tiny creatures, and there is some small part of me in each one. My eyes can see that they’re gone, but my heart refuses to believe it.I drop to my. This time was going to be exceptional. She knew it would be.She flipped down the visor and nudged the flap hiding the mirror. Melody checked her soft gray eye makeup that made her violet eyes stand out even more. She then applied a fresh layer of shimmery pink lip-gloss and then rubbed her lips together. She smiled a wide bright smile, making sure she didn't get any on her teeth.Melody ran a brush through her long black hair that framed her chest with a few tasteful pink highlights throughout.. Pushing his jeans down past his knees and letting them drop around his ankles, he relaxed his muscles, and began to go pee. “Oh, my God!” he rasped in relief.Startled, he stared between his thighs, open-mouthed. Urinating had never felt anything like this. Gone was the life-long sensation of urine flowing down his penis to exit out the tip. The trip was much shorter now from bladder to relocated urethra, and he had only one sphincter controlling flow, rather than two. He seemed to empty faster,. She should have been- she'd had at least twelve more ounces of grain spirits than her mother, in the same amount of time.I lifted my tumbler and jiggled it, indicating quite clearly to the dark-haired, Blue-Eyed, curvy little vixen that refilling my scotch was more important at the moment. Shelley concurred with me, though it was quite obvious that the whiskeys and Cola worked a slow and steady magic on her. She was mostly in a little zone, but focused and paid attention for things like kissing.