“It was a slaughter. Neither the dogs or the men had a chance.”“What do you mean, neither the dogs or the men had a chance? Those dogs are vicio...s, and the SPOs are always armed,” the Director demanded.“The creatures, Saint Cirq called them Grroz, were alarmingly quick and ferocious. The men fired at them, but it didn’t do any good, and it didn’t stop them at all. The creatures were incredibly fast, and the few shots the handlers managed to fire didn’t seem to affect them. I personally saw one. "Staci looked at Chris and said, "Why can't she be more like you Chris?You are such an angel and Molly is a terror. I know that is what momthinks, too."Chris blushed at his sister's intended compliment and felt that no boy- certainly not Johnny - would let himself be called an angel. He said,"Not really, mom gets mad at me a lot, she wants me not to get dirtyand stuff but I do anyway."Staci laughed, "Chrissy, I have never seen you dirty. And don't tell meyou don't always do exactly what mom. Hell, there wasn't a date stamp on it. The trademark date for the logo said 1947. I didn't care. Two hours later, I returned home, ready to celebrate my birthday. The only thing that bugged me was, mother didn't seem to notice the difference between one of my modern oven wonders and this trite effigy to a woman's place in the home. She had two helpings. I carved a narrow slice but couldn't swallow more than a few bites of it's sawdust like consistency. I begged baker's snacking as an excuse for. There was nothing sordid or dirty about this encounter. In fact it was developing into the perfect sexual experience for all of us. When Babette disconnected and straddled Johnny’s thighs, the wonderful image of his long thick cock disappearing into her sweet young cunt in one smooth penetrating stroke caused us both to gasp. It’s amazing how elastic a woman’s vagina is. One second it’s a tight little hole and the next it’s expanded to consume something the size of a cucumber. She was riding.