”“Our task is to repopulate the earth! We have no mandate to manipulate the genetic code.”“Gentlemen,” Sporu calmed them. “Why don’t we ...cut Jack Adams in half and give you each a part.”“Now that’s the first sensible suggestion I’ve heard so far,” Colonel Smythe said. “We have untested weaponry so finely tuned it can slice right through skin, bone, and tissue in a heartbeat. The patient wouldn’t even feel it.”It worked for Solomon, Sporu thought. Why didn’t it work here?“No one wants to kill the. Everyone used riding mowers or garden tractors with mower attachments to keep the grass neatly trimmed."Sure. Take it. Just put it in your garage when you finish, I'll come over and get it later."Cal grinned, nodded and walked into Harry's garage to get the mower. He came back out shortly and said, "Harry, your mower is leaking oil. You might want to take a quick peek at it."Harry stopped his trimming and walked with Cal back to the mower. Sure enough a puddle of oil was under the engine.Harry. I started to finger her while I ate her out. Her hips started to buck and she let out scream after scream. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Her juices tasted delicious. She started to cum; her breathing got heavier and heavier and then she just collapsed. I was licking her quicker and quicker. After she regained herself, she said, “Best fucking orgasm ever!” “I told you I’ll make it worth your while and I’m not done yet," I replied with my head buried between her legs. I started to. She was straddling him on the floor next to the bed, he rolled over so she was under him and kissed her like he has never before. His hands roamed over her soft toned body like the first time they had touched. Up over her firm yet supple double D breasts, his warm palm gently grazed over her sensitive pink nipples. He hears her starting to moan so quietly as he goes faster over her nipples, she tilts her head back, raising herself up tight against him. 'This is my wife' he thinks to himself as.