“Apparently the state of our health is improving and there’s no logical explanation. Or, as one of them put it, there is nothing we’ve done that...can have had that impact so it has to be something the aliens have done to us.”“What sort of thing?” asked Doreen, picking at the plate of barbecued food.“From what they were saying they believe that the replicators we’re all using don’t just produce food but also treat it in some way to improve our health,” said Mona before popping the last of the. Rather then letting them break, I whipped out my tongue and snapped up each little cum-cable, relishing the result. The time had come to finish the job. I reluctantly released his heavy nutsac, and wrapped both of my hands around the shaft. I placed them at least a wrist-length apart, and still plenty of cock emerged from both ends. I was looking at perhaps 8 inches still exposed at the top of my higher hand. This was gonna take a little work. I began to pump. I jerked, jacked, and beat off. ”She begins to stroke as she asks, “So, mister, would you like me to suck it?” Her grip tightens, and strokes quicken as she leans into me. Our lips touch, and her tongue floats inside my mouth.I moan as she kisses me passionately. The sensation of her soft hand stroking my throbbing manhood has me speechless. My heart is pounding, as my breathing increases. With closed eyes, I focus on her strokes. I want to answer, but I cannot.Her tempo slows as she interrupts our kiss and whispers, “So?”My. .. and it had been four nights, now... since Ron had made love to her. That bothered her. Ron was only twenty-five... almost twenty-six years old, and he didn't seem to have the sex drive that went along with his youth. He told her it was just temporary. His exacting research work was draining him of all his energies.It's got to be tonight! She told herself over and over that it had to be so, hoping against hope that Ron wouldn't plead exhaustion, again, God, I couldn't stand to wait another.