Bill Oscar had been hovering behind Morg (literally) and had read the messages as they had come in. He noted the times on the signals and was somewhat...shaken by the knowledge (apart from history being made) that real time coms across the galaxy was now a fact; restricted by availability of stations but available.Morg sat pondering for hours deep in thought, even eating Oscar's cooking without comment as his neurones exercised on the desires of their owner.Bill Oscar had a purely selfish thought. "Samantha's eyes cleared and she nodded but remained silent still gripping her mother's hands tightly.Rupert had been waiting in his office. He found Henry still standing miserably in the hall and put an arm round his shoulders."Don't worry, old son," he whispered. "She'll get over it, probably quite soon. A lot of the problem will be guilt."Henry looked at him questioningly. Rupert smiled, nodded, squeezed his shoulder and went into the kitchen. Henrietta turned Samantha towards him and she. “That’s a cheesy grin.” I said.With that she just squeezed her vaginal muscles around my cock. I was still in her after all that time asleep. I moaned. I looked at the clock and saw it was barely 7am. We had only been asleep for 4 and a half almost 5 hours. It felt like I had slept solid for 8 rejuvenating hours instead.“How long have you been up?” I asked.“About an hour.” She said. “You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you. Then I felt you grow in me about ten minutes ago. It. Nice breasts and legs. I suspected she had a nice ass too. That was one of the things Randy always said he liked about me. I was instantly jealous as hell. She smiled sweetly, like she knew exactly what I was thinking. “This is Jenny,” he said, nodding at a chair for me to sit. “I’ve got no place else to stay, Randy,” I blurted out almost in tears. I now knew it’d been impetuous for me to fly to Wash D.C. when I didn’t know anyone except Randy. He looked thoughtful for a moment. “You can stay.