Garcia. Who am I, and why do Lorenzo and I rememberwho we were?" I'll answer the second question first," The Judge replied. "We can'talways predict wh... will remember and who will not. It seems to havesomething to do will a personal sense of self, although some with apresumably strong sense of self may lose his memories while someone witha weak sense of self retains his."As to your other question, You are Raymond Garcia, an economicsinstructor at Capta College." I was an economics major in. One grinned, "You cost the pilot a hundred credits."My eyes flickered towards the pilot and copilot, "She bet I would not take the humans?"She glanced back as her tail caressed her copilot's leg, "I bet it would take longer."I snorted and looked at the humans, "I had them several hours before the mid of night. They were drinking and made the mistake of trying to use weapons and then attack me."The crew laughed as I shifted and looked out, "We are not going to your clan warren?"The copilot. ‘Oh, God, Susan!!! Oh, Godddddddd!!!!’ Finished, they lay on the sofa, still coupled, as gentle after-shocks of bliss rippled through them. Greg looked down at Susan. Her eyes were closed and he couldn’t read the expression on her face. After a few moments, Susan opened her eyes and looked up at him. ‘I…I need to go to the…the bathroom,’ she whispered. Greg got off her, his softening cock sliding reluctantly from her her still-quivering opening. ‘My bathroom’s down the hall, there,’ he said. He. I couldn’t take any more, so I spurted out rope after rope of my hot jizz into Amy’s wet and ready gash. I kissed her several times, too, even as she creamed herself at least thrice from my cock spilling my load into her slick and juicy cunt. Amy finally slid off my lap and shared the joys of fellatio with Anastassia. When Mom joined them on her knees, I found it very difficult to go soft anytime soon.“He’s ... really gonna breed you, then?” Mom inquired out of sheer curiosity as I finally rose.