..Oh...Ah...AaaH” I grunted very unlady like; well actually I’m pretty sure I wasn’t at my most demure feminine in my bacchanale arse pleasure. ... did however; hit the plateau of divine anal invasion acceptance. When my gawped sphincter could well manage and fully enjoy whatever the foul hoe, my own mum was offering me. I was in the delicious moments of generous relaxed arse expansion.“Oh you self loving, lazy bitch” my mom said, but she kept thrusting as she heard each of my accepting moans and. A number of willing volunteers went through the same process that Cheryl and Jeffrey had; Cheryl was no longer unique in that respect. The government clamped down on Genetic Modifications without specific approval, fearing that with the tank, one man and one woman could turn themselves into a race which could exterminate the rest of humanity. They would approve specific biological designs on an individual basis; a lengthy process full of red tape. Only a tiny fraction of applicants would live. Jackson ignored her and kept straining against her elastic slime."Okay, that's it. Time to secrete a little muscle relaxant to calm you down."Jackson felt moistness against his skin, and then a tingling sensation that trickled into his tissues. His struggles grew slower and weaker. His limbs grew heavier and heavier until he could barely move them, like his blood had turned to concrete."Better," Suraimo said. "Now let's fluff this up to make things a little more comfortable."She pulled her. Millie moaned and she felt her pussy getting wetter by the moment. She ground up against him, her slim figure making him mad. Her dirty blonde hair cascaded on her D-cup breasts and her emerald green eyes stared at Michael with want. “Let’s take this to a room.” She purred in his ear. His cock twitched and she smiled devilishly. Michael led Millie up the stairs to a big bedroom with a Jacuzzi in the private bathroom, a mini fridge stocked with all sorts of alcohol, a view of the ocean outside.