I shoved into her, feeling her vagina coil around me, remembering in a spasm of cum the reasons why I had broken with the Overgasm in the first place....She was unique, youthful and bubbly, energetic, and eager for our embrace. And she was mine. Stolen or saved from them.This centropod did not rely on vibrations or sound to communicate. None of my kind did…We could have grown them easily enough. Our consciousness travels easily enough through flesh, passed on to the offspring we clone from the. I remember beforehand thelemonade, apples and custard pie, our picnic, where he talked andflirted with me. I could see it in his eyes when he asked me to wait forhim, resting his ruthless rough hand on my stick thin arm. And thatwink, and that smileI didn't really sleep, but I dreamt of him as the bull, half man,half...A minotaur, that's it, that's the word. A bulls head, and rising horns,his body rippling in masses of muscle, covered in black course fur. Hisenormous cock, an erect cock,. LET YOUR DAD SEE HOW A REAL MAN FUCKS ME....LET HIM SEE YOU POUNDING YOUR HORNY MOTHER'S WET PUSSY."Yet again the lewd sounds of our i****tuous fucking filled the room. The bed creaked under us and the loud slapping sounds of our bodies made nearly as much noise as my screams of pleasure and Mike's deep groans."GOD HE IS FUCKING ME SO GOOD GARY...OUR SON IS FUCKING THE SHIT OUT OF ME.....FUCK HE IS BANGING THAT BIG COCK UP ME SO HARD."My pussy was dripping and convulsing around his fast. Her freehand caressed my pussy through my panties teasing my lips open. I had a firmgrip on her head and I pushed it lower. Her teeth gently scrapped my nippleas it popped out of her mouth. I lifted my hips and she helped me wiggle outof my panties. She ran her tongue across my stirring clit and I groaned. Hertongue darted down, opening my thickening lips, I was throbbing. She wasn'tsweet or delicate now. Her tongue lapped hungrily at my gaping lips and I groundmyself against her face until the.