"For a few heartbeats, there was silence. Then she came back softly. "Are you saying ... more of your kind had something to do with this?" Yes." Is th...t for the record?" Yes." Holy cow! My boss won't believe any of it. I'm still having problems getting my head wrapped around it." I know. That's why I'm going to let you interview me live." Live? But, how are you ... you know ... gonna prove you can do what you do?"I smiled. "I can do a lot more than just heal wounds Ms. Penn. So, I'm not going. “Mom says to tell you that dinner is on the table.”We went to the dining room carrying what remained of our drinks. There was a bottle of expensive California merlot on the table, and Professor Wallace poured it out as we sat down. He put it up to the light, swirled it in the glass, took a sip, and pronounced it excellent. Margie served the roast, and we helped ourselves to the sides.I took a sip of the merlot with the roast. I thought it was below par – a bit acidic and too tart. Mom wasn’t a. He raised his head up, dripping with her fluids, and looked her in the eye."Do you want my cock?" he asked.Margo gasped, but nodded. "Yes, I want it." Where?" In my pussy," she moaned. "Fuck my pussy!"Kevin laughed. "Pfft, good luck with that." What?" Margo gasped.Kevin walked over to the sinks and filled his cupped hands with water, splashing it against Margo's face. He wiped away any trace of his violation of her, then zipped his pants up."You want to cum, go finger fuck yourself. I've. He picked up the ball that was Steve’s handkerchief, sniffing it before tossing it to Steve. “You can still smell her cunt on it,” he said.Steve had one sniff before putting it back in his pocket.“Have you ever done anything like that?” Ella asked.“A few times,” Cathy replied, “but l’ve never had an encounter like you had with Sam, l’ve read about it and l wouldn’t mind if the opportunity arose, did you enjoy it?”“I don’t think l’m supposed to enjoy something like that,” Ella said.“Nonsense.