This was kind of like all of them mixed together. Let’s just say my head got very weird for a while and then just sorted itself out into a different... perspective. Best I can describe it the feeling of blanking out for a moment and then coming to, starkers, sitting in a pile of giant blankets or tarps or something and staring up into the inhuman eyes of the fucking panther from my nightmare. It looked like it was about to eat me, too, which, literally, scared the piss out of me. “Joey,” I moaned. “I bet you watch these movies all the time?” she smiled, that mischievous look reappearing on her face.“Well, yes, every now and then,” I answered hesitantly.“Then why shouldn’t I? Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I don’t have these kind of feelings anymore.”“I, I suppose so,” I stammered, turning my eyes back to the television to avoid my aunt’s look. The woman on the screen was still busy giving the guy the blow job of a lifetime and the sight of this excited me even more. My cock was slowly. Reluctantly, Heath got out of the car, helped Van load his new speakers in the front, and got in the back with Freia. He was amazed at the sight which waited for him; Freia had, in anticipation, taken off her school uniform and neatly folded it. She stood before him in her bra and knickers, however clearly she'd been planning this all day, as she was wearing the most risque set of underwear Heath had ever seen. A black, lacy, push-up bra, and panties so slight that he suspected they were about. "Aye, aye captain." Milly said.Molly reopened the channel but didn't speak.A new voice came over the speakers, all on the bridge turned to look at Rochester, for it was his voice. "SS Rochester computer, power down and prepare airlocks for boarding. The ships' crew is to be disabled. Respond!" The voice said.Rochester nodded his agreement and Milly took over communications, "Orders accepted, engines powering down, airlocks cycled ready for access. Crew disabled, but replicant active." Milly.
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