She was a drop-dead gorgeous natural blonde who, from what I've been told, was single. One day she would leave with my sports jacket, the next it woul... be a pair of my shorts. My friends kept urging me to pull a move on her but I refused, not believing that a girl who was a perfect 10 would want to date me, a sports-minded guy who was nervous around beautiful girls. Or at least thats what I thought.... One day Alexis would make all the guys sandwiches, the next she would leave the cooking to. There are no bubblingflasks, no gadgets and no computers. Recalling the occasions of mywatching movies at home on Urth, I am reminded more of the sleepingchambers from Alien.The Priest King is showing me a horizontal tube made of a clearmaterial, the correct size to hold a human being. I can see the deviceis designed to be sealed, airtight, and it has pipes feeding into theends. Their function is to feed in nutrients and chemicals to effectthe change, and remove waste.?In human beings, your sex. "Don't worry son, those bruises and the swelling will go away very soon. Your mom's going to be okay." I waited until the kids had a chance to say hello and walked over to the wheel chair."Hi Mrs. Reynolds, I'm Sam Gerard," I introduced myself with a smile. "I coach Justin's baseball team and I guess you could say we're neighbors. My chariot awaits to take you home." It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Gerard," she replied. "Justin is always going on about what a "cool" guy you are. And thank you. “See if you can match your dads rhythm” with that she reached her hands behind her and spread her pussy open. I got behind her and slowly rubbed my cock around her wet pussy lips, watching them part as I teased them, as I entered my mom the heat from her cunt was amazing as was her tightness, once I was half way in I pulled back again repeated this several times as I listened to her groaning, then with one push I was balls deep into the passage where I was born from. “OH FUCKING HELL.