” Then she looked around. “I’m sorry, everyone. A well-hung young man strolls into the room and I forget to use what few brain cells I have left...” Then she held her hand out to me, talking to the two women. “This is our town visitor, Seth. He arrived yesterday and spent the night running from someone he says was chasing him, but it turned out to be Scarlet.”I nodded to the two women. “Vixen isn’t the only one who forgets to think when faced with stunning members of the opposite sex.”The ladies. “Except, of course, having your curiosity satisfied. Patience John. Patience.” John told Bianca he was taking her for dinner to Bistro Lilly and she was impressed. She knew by reputation that it was one of Sydney’s best (and most expensive) restaurants. Again she got a little tingle from knowing that John liked her enough to take her to such an expensive restaurant. They had a wonderful dinner and John ordered an expensive bottle of wine, which Bianca had selected at his prodding. It really. She dropped me sexy white lacy thong to the floor and began to climb up on the massage table. It was a this point that I realized that I was getting more then a handjob happy ending. She resumed massaging my chest and her pussy was only inches above my erected cock. Her pussy was incredible. Shaved and very moist already. My cock began leaking some precum. Katherine was slowing getting closer and closer to me and within a few minutes was grinding away on top of me. I figured it was finally time. The one they 'cloned' for me. 'Cloned' is not the right word, as that would have required 14 years to get to where I am now, but I don't know the word for what they did. Somehow they got a few cells from my body before I was buried, then they... 'cloned'... them to make a new body, 14 years old, within a few weeks. They planned on putting my mind in it, then reprogramming me. Of course, the Neanderthals can't do anything right. They 'cloned' the brain and mind too. So there is already a brain.