Then I slapped her face, in a vain attempt of trying to get her back to her senses. It didn't work, she continued stretched there, her fingers and toe... curled up and having a sequence of rough spasms. I threw the Hitachi away, took the yellow vibrator out of her soaked pussy and I shook her by the shoulders. I've already heard about girls dying this way. I couldn't even know if her eyes where open or closed, fuck!I removed the blindfold, seeing her beautiful face again after three days. Her. I won't go into detail, because I realize that many of you have faced similar issues. For some, these take a while to overcome. I'm only human, and that is the case with me. I lost the will to write, or do most anything else I enjoyed. It was only recently that I opened my editor once again.Even then, it was to write something different. At last count, I have five other stories begun. Most of those have two thousand lines or more. Evidently, I have concentration issues. So, there is my. Second generation ... the new kids ... as yet to be born ... will ... or should be ... equal to Tyche ... and she can guide development ... she’ll be five ... or six.Now ... THAT scares me.I have to wonder ... are there others? Other children whose fathers were blown to bits ... but lived? How long has this been going on?Is it just evolution? Gradual improvement of the species? Or are we a step above?While I was pondering a screech sounded at the helm.“What just happened?”Seven is back! Chaos. You asked me stop back inside. And Shes like yes let yourself in. She makes her way out the pool. To My surprise shes topless. And I try and be respectable But I cant help but stare. Shes talking to me and the whole time. When I talk back , Im talking to her breast. She Was wearing Nice g-STRING bikini. So Like she starts noticing me staren. And Shes laughs and saids , Hi my face is here. And I laugh and aplogize and say sorry but your hot. And she smerks and said a young handsome strong guy.