Well that answered some questions, not any that I was asking however. I wanted to know what had been on that ship. What was now on my ship? I looked u... the little popsicle in the passenger manifest. She was a young girl of African American decent. She had graduated Harvard College at the age of five with four PhDs. At the age of six she had invented the, chemically ignited matter decay engine. Oh my god, I said under my breath. What?, everyone around me asked, at the same time. That little girl. They both kissed her and whispered something in her ear that I didn’t hear. Erika’s mother, Marie, stepped up to me and grasped both of my hands in hers saying. ‘I know why she came back to us. It was when you kissed her. That is when she decided to come back and be with us.’ Stepping back to Erika’s bedside I, once again, took her hand in mine. After kissing her once more I told her to rest and that I would be back in the morning. As I tried to release her hand she held on tight to me and. I could feel the eyes of the watchers focussed on my body. I knelt down with my legs apart and leaned forward on my elbows. My little brown anus ring was fully exposed. The thought of the others looking at me almost made me cum again and I’m sure I heard one guy gasp as he shot his load at the sight. “Ready?” asked the guy. I managed to grunt a ”Yes” and waited ,expectantly.” Just a little lube “ he said and I felt a cool liquid between my buttock cheeks. I felt his fingers smoothing it. “Steve, what’s going on?” I asked, overwhelmed.“I edited you to not be frozen when I paused time,” I said. “And made your tits a little perkier.” I glanced down at my breasts. They looked ... the same. Large and lush and as firm as they had been all my life. I squeezed them, kneading and massaging them. I shuddered, realizing my husband had claimed not just Sandalphon, but dozens and dozens of angels to serve them.One of the angels, bustier than most of the female ones, slipped onto the bed.