Clara and Audrey outlived their sisters and cousins by over fourteen years. They had cancer when the potion was first given to them and had more doses...than the others. They had been partners since their spouses died fifteen years before, in the same bed with them, after a fine mini orgy. Apparently death by orgasm had become the preferred way to go. Clara and Audrey were the last two pioneers from their original town. They were the last two humans that had lived through the Bombardment,. Some of them would go on to play multiple sports, many of them to be varsity lettermen and scholar-athletes. In the shower room I noticed what hung below their waists, like heavy, long-necked birds they were, wet and limp, and soon enough I was entranced, not necessarily by what hung there, but what I lacked and could never imitate or live up to.Their bodies were supremely white and muscular in an all-American, Aryan kind of way, and I admired them like all proto-Europeans admire Michelangelo’s. She then got under the covers with her back still turned to me. Heh! If I didn't know better I would have thought Guadalupe was taking lessons from my ex-wife. I undressed and slipped under the covers beside her."Ay!" Guadalupe cried the instant I touched her. Oh great! She was going to make sure I didn't enjoy myself."Relax," I urged her. She didn't relax but I think the young woman realized she was committed to letting me fuck her so she didn't resist. That didn't stop her crying "Ay!" every. “Why, that’s ... She smiled deep into my eyes saying softly, “Selfish? ... Sinful? Well yes; but it keeps him in hand. Now you need to get Guy under simlar control Margot. You do want him again I take it?” Her question embarrassed me. I visualised Guy on my bed and blushed. “Well yes.” I declared, but Iris what if he thinks he can ... Iris’s hand came round my shoulder saying, “ Don’t fret Margot. I’ll take Guy aside after dinner and gently explain to him how he can get back into your good.