”“We also knew that the changes you went through didn’t all happen at once. While you were well into the change by the time I was able to start ...investigating your biology, it seems pretty clear it was a progressive change.”“Ok, by why do you think I’m continuing to change?”“It’s just supposition, at the moment. We have nothing to compare your genetics to, and a lot of it isn’t something that shows up in blood tests. It’s hard to gauge things like intelligence in any kind of quantitative way. The lid descended slowly, cutting off the light, and I heard an electronic click as Robbie switched on the intercom. 'O.K?' He asked. 'Internal temperature reads sixty-five degrees F; CO2 level four hundred parts per million, and climbing. Lie down, and try not to expend any energy,' he advised me. 'I want to see how fast it warms up in there under normal conditions.' I did as he asked. It was quite comfortable in the straw, although a bit prickly, but I knew that it would pack down under. Naturally I hugged him in thanks. Naturally he jabbed his "whoa, big fella" into me. Naturally my frisky pussy bumped back.It wasn't long before nature took its course. Somehow we were kissing and into some heavy dry humping. His mouth tasted strongly of mouthwash. How considerate of him I thought.An auspicious beginning, if I worked things right, I just might get laid tonight.Ummmm, he was a good kisser! (Since when did I become a connoisseur of this form, I wondered, never mind I told myself,. At one end was a metal can with a lid. Maybelle demonstrated to Jessica how to remove the top and dip out the desired amount of cold milk. She said George had come up with the arrangement. She took down a second pail from a rack and filled it also."Butter," she said in a matter of fact tone.When they got back to the kitchen, she passed on the drinking milk, and went over to one corner."Bring me some salt, please," she said to Jessica.She then proceeded to use the churn to make butter. The women.