He was replete a couple of hours ago, now he had stuffed himself again. The only ailment he knew off that would behave like that was river-worms in Af...ica, but that was not the case here, and anyway, his nanites should be protecting him for illnesses. It could not be an illness, then. He scoured his mind for a solution, but couldn’t find one. He felt perfectly healthy, merely excessively hungry.Come the next mealtime, he again had double portions, and Numa remarked on his hunger. He had trouble. He wiped off my sweat. He put down the towel and placed a cold, wet washcloth on my forehead. It felt so good. Next he was running another cold washcloth over my body. The water replaced the clammy feeling of perspiration and cooled me as it dried. I still felt like shit, but I did get back to sleep. Jeff woke me some time in the morning and I was sweating again. He had ginger ale and ibuprofen for me. The latter was a good idea because I was starting to ache all over, which I told him. ‘I. He still had his seat belt on. He could not reach the mirror. I pulled Mrs. Ascot off my cock. She fell back in the seat. I leaned forward to pull open the sliding glass separating the taxi. I looked around. I saw an alley coming up on the right."Hey! Pull in that alley over there on the right." I said. Mr. Ascot turned on the blinker. He could now smell his wife in the back seat. Her wet pussy aroma passed my nose to the front seat. He slowed down the cab in the alley. There were two building. Still consumed with lust and excitement, he stayed rigid and continued to piston his cock into her young pussy, shooting another large amount of hot cream inside of her a short while later.The feeling of having her pussy stuffed with a real and warm cock was totally arousing to Katie, and she reached orgasm seconds before her uncle creamed into her quivering pussy once again.Mike looked down at his young niece and the reality of what he had just done began to invade his mind, and was overcome.