I’d tell her I’m sorry that I was so weak that I needed the empty and bitter fool’s strength found in alcohol. She found her strength from withi... and from God. She didn’t need any other stimulants than that. I’d tell her I’m sorry that I was an unhappy and a mean drunk. Unlike me, she didn’t need to drink to be happy or to find peace when numb or false courage from the bottle. I’d tell her I’m sorry and I’d ask her to forgive me. Only, I wouldn’t even have to ask her forgiveness. She harbored. . "Fuck the cunt! Fuck my mother!" He drove his huge member up her cunt and suddenly froze. I knew he was cumming. I grabbed mom's tits and squeezed them tight as the man shot his load into my mother's cunt.When he was done, his cock slipped out of her cunt and the cum rushed out on her thighs. The man moved away, letting the dress fall over mom's hips but we had a problem. Mom had still not cum and was getting hysterical. She was tugging at my cock but I never fucked my mother if I was not. ”“We could start tonight if you wish?” Michael said eagerly.“No, we need to give him time to rest and we need to give the antibodies time to do their job. It’s a fine line and someone will be monitoring him constantly. The moment it looks like he is in distress we will begin the purge; so please forgive us if we knock you up in the middle of the night baying for your blood!” Dr Phillips chuckled at his little joke, but he meant what he said.“I will be ready should you need me,” Michael nodded.. “Thank you, Preston,” she said. She turned to me. “Tony, I’ve heard great things about you. I haven’t been able to talk to you personally before, but I want you to know that PCAD is very proud of you and is throwing all our support behind this project.”“Thank you, Dr. Watts,” I said.“Let’s get this started so Tony can get to work,” Haywood said.“Okay, volunteers, listen up,” Bree called. We’d made it through the formal part of the opening within half an hour. I knew, though, that news people.