“I am!” I whimpered, drinking in the pleasure of this moment even knowing what it meant.Green light swirled about me. It engulfed me. The futa-cop...s dick vanished from my asshole as the verdant energy hugged me and carried my body away. Then I groaned, the world appearing around me again. I was in different place, kneeling on soft grass instead of wet sand.“Oh, fuck, not another one,” Kimmie the futa-cheerleader moaned. “Dr. Rita, you, too?”“Me, too,” I said, seeing her and Cassie sitting. Soni was busy gulping down my huge sausage.After half hour, Rohan came into Soni’s ass while cummed mid-stroke, spraying the cum on us. Rohan fell over Soni tired.P: So, how did you like sex the normal way?S: It was great, but…R: It makes me wanna screw your supernatural ass more. But we are tapped out now.P: I can fix that.I pulled them down the carpet and got them in a scissor position. I grabbed their balls and writhed my magic. They were flooded with testosterone, abs their cocks were rock. She resealed the crate, and then went back to the sex-bot storage area to stand in the storage bay waiting. Anybody looking into the bay would have seen just one more sex-bot, wearing the same kind of skimpy short skirt and top as the others, with the typical heels and stockings that even now were preferred by twenty-fifth-century men. The hair was a perfect metallic blonde that glistened in the slightest light. On the side of the neck were the standard bar-code and registration numbers almost. I turned a corner and nearly bumped into Mrs. Strandsberg.“Where have you been?” she demanded.“Hal asked Jordan and me to help take the tools back from the job site,” I explained.“After that,” she snapped.“We grabbed some Gatorade at the dining tent so we could rehydrate and then we went out back to relax and talk a bit. Jordan and I decided to get showers before dinner.“Harumph...” Mrs. Strandsberg sniffed. “At least you were safe. That Fisher boy from Virginia sweet talked Jennifer into going.