They partitioned the tank with the volunteer, PV2 Vinnie George, on one side and Subject HA-001 on the other. The only way for her to reach George was...by extruding a pseudopod through a small hole in the partition wall. Suspended above that aperture--guillotine-like--was a sharp blade. If they started to lose control of the experiment they would bring the blade down, slicing off HA-001's appendage. Based on previous experiments, any part of HA-001 separated from the main body quickly. He dropped his head and just started saying, “Thank god... Thank god... Thank god...”“Hey, are you ok?” he asked the little girl.“I am Rory... Is this your mom?”She didn’t answer. He waited for a few breaths before asking, “What’s your name?”She held up four fingers.He smiled at her and asked, “You are Four?”She nodded her head.With a big smile, he said, “Glad to meet you Four. I’m Rory.”He held out his hand to her, but she didn’t take it.“Four, I have to get you and your mom out of the car and. I had images of her having broken something. I just waited for her to go on.“Please don’t hate me, Daddy,” she pleaded.“I might get mad, Chrissy, but you know I could never hate you.”“Maybe you could,” she said. A tear ran down one cheek.“Just tell me, baby,” I urged.Her fists clenched, and then released. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Finally she blurted it out.“I think I might be pregnant.”As I said, parents always fear the worst. Usually, the ‘worst’ involves some. "OK, sons, cream pie is served," she said.Instantly, we all three crowded around the table and dropped to our knees in front of it. Our eyes were drawn up from her white lace stocking tops, along the bare skin of her smooth thighs to the prize in the middle.Close up, Mom's pussy was a sight to behold. It had given birth to all three of us but still looked tight enough to fuck well. It was shaved bare and the lips were swollen and pink. Dad's sticky cream oozed translucent white out from between.