He knew he had to save his load for Francis’s nightly dose. Patrick tucked his shrinking manhood back into his boxers. In short order, he was dresse... and walking to work. A large collection of samples to sequence awaited him at the Centre for Structural and Functional Genomics. It was time to make up for taking Tuesday off. Patrick sighed. His passion was hydroponics, but the funding was in genomics. A friend interrupted his silent lament. ‘Good morning Romeo. How is the misses?’ It was Dr. Sam. That is what she said. Now I have to practice with the names that Neena gives me. Neena, Lev, Anatoly, Sveta, Alana and so on.Who are they all? Neena is all too real and I think Lev was the man who brought me in from the garden but the others ... real or invented? I suppose time will tell.She is giving me a library of phrases to use, but what mundane phrases! Language courses usually tell you how to order coffee and get a taxi and go to the cinema - things like that but I am being taught all. And, once I experienced it first hand, I wanted it again and again and again.I absolutely love sliding my little cock into her slick, wet pussy after she's taken a big load from a hunky black stranger. I like to see his sticky semen coating my cock as I pump in and out of her stretched pussy hole and add my own cum load to the load her black lover has already deposited deep inside her. Its so satisfying and gratifying that I wanted to see my wife with a strange black cock between her legs all. Of all the blasted! Why now?! Something big with a large number of appendages was bearing down on her. One of the bioweapons many arms reached out to grab her. Skillfully, she rolled to the side, narrowly escaping its grasp. She came up from her roll hitting the eject button on her gun; the empty magazine came out just as she popped a fresh one in.Not a moment too soon as the...whatever...had turned to face her and steadily advanced as she backed into a corner. Who the hell thought these things.