My eyes widen as I understood the volumes of information and understand the magnitude of what had happened on earth and began to understand what had h...ppened to me. At first, sorrow washed over me, everyone I knew, everyone I had loved was dead. The one word I understood was nanites. I was infected with nanites was my first thought at that moment. Sensing my distraction the machine raised its weapon arm, pointed it at me and prepared to fire. In my mind I felt ‘danger’. I glanced up just. She was getting wetter and wetter. My face was covered in her pussy juice and her ass and thighs were just as wet. Knowing her love of anal, I decided to attempt a little anal play. I removed my fingers from her pussy and gently slid my pinky into her asshole. Her reaction to this caught me completely off guard. She grabbed my head and lifted her ass a foot off the bed and squirted a quart of cum straight into my mouth. With my pinky still in her asshole, I shoved my two fingers back into. . in my room ... on my computer. My cock was rock hard within moments. So hard, in fact, that my towel had become undone due to my fierce erection. " Fuck me, oh my God! " screamed the girl on my monitor, who was getting drilled by a big, fat cock. Mom's hand worked faster against her pussy, and her other hand had slipped under her t-shirt, pincering her nipple, tugging, twisting. She finally looked to me. We locked eyes for a moment, but she swiftly broke the gaze and fastened her. “Well, who can say?” “Nobody can,” said Gaynor quickly. “But this is the point. You are married and I’m having sleepless nights worrying about it. My stomach is churning and I feel sick with nerves. Every day I feel bloody terrible and it’s an effort to get out of bed. Look at me now, Richard. Still in my bathrobe and it’s gone noon. This whole affair is making me feel ill. Do you understand what I’m saying?” “Yes, I do… now I do. But I didn’t know you were feeling physically ill and I’m not.