Something that he had no control over and was at its very essence animalistic. What he was smelling could only be described as sex; there was no other...word for it.Luke suddenly found himself fighting the urges that were flooding through his body, something that he knew he shouldn't be feeling. His adrenaline was already on a high after entering this situation. This was different, but it seemed to be somehow feeding off that same adrenaline.His mouth was going dry again, he tried as best he. I felt the warm heat of him, his smoothness gliding over my tongue. He smashed into the back of my throat as he thrust. He stopped, pulled out of my mouth to let me breathe.His cock was harder and larger, long thick ribbons of my saliva hung from the tip and halfway down his shaft. His cock was shiny and wet even in the shade. He caught the spit in his right hand and rubbed it all over his cock. He looked at me seriously and smiled. Henry stood me up, wiped the spit from my mouth and chin with. As I saw their cloning process in 'simulated action' and witnessed the creation of Energist offspring, my mind was drawn back to Kaleigh and the Energists' statement that I would be allowed to witness the birth of my two children. As I let my mind wonder some and imagined the upcoming date of Micheline and Michael Jr.'s birth, I heard the Energists say, "You have done well here with us and it is now time for you to see what you have just been dreaming of. Kaleigh Plyer is just now on her way to. How about instead of reading palms, we bring the whole thing up to date by having people sit on the scanner with their pants down? You hear of people doing it on office photocopiers. I bet there aren't many fortune-telling services that use people's bottoms. You could start a new trend.''Isis preserve us. Do you have to ridicule everything? Anyway, what you propose may be all very well for you and Dale, with your little gay men's bottoms, but for lots of people my scanner wouldn't be big enough.