I feel his cock swell even bigger just as the first explosion occurs. A massive hot flood of cum shoots into my throat, just then the damn door to the... laundry room swings open. In shock we both look at Matt, smiling at us, and commenting that, thats no fair and how the hell did you get this lucky John. I keep my mouth on Johns cock until his orgasm subsides, not wanting to get sprayed with sperm this early into the party. I release his softening member from my mouth and stand up fully, wiping. But that's up to the e-techs to decide, if you survive your ninth-year control gate, and if your ova will be used if you don't." And in the meantime? What about my life here? What about 825?"Dr. Ceres tilted her head at the questions. "Ah yes, 825... You can't hide it, can you? Not that you try... To answer your first question, as I've said before, that will be up to the e-techs. As of today, you have been transferred. You are out of my control. As to your second question... I do know 825 is. Tomas was not the father. The baby was entirely Omar's and Mara's. Yet, rather than be a matter of anger, or frustration, Tomas was pleased that Omar was the father of the baby, rather than his. But even though he knew that Mara loved him, she had not wanted a baby by him; though she certainly wanted to have c***dren---just not his, and not with a white male. Rather, Mara wanted to have babies by black men, and, more than that, she wanted to have, exclusively, babies by African men, in. ’ ‘Fine, you can have the room and the bed. Wear the damn ring anywhere you want. I will back on Sunday afternoon.’ Ninety minutes later, I was home and explaining the latest event in my life to my mom and dad. Mom listened and spoke first, ‘She certainly told you, didn’t she? You know she really sound like a very intelligent woman. I think you should marry her. How many mistresses and hopeful fiancées come equipped with their own engagement ring.’ Dad was more thoughtful, ‘You know if I could.