I felt the whole of his head slip inside me. It felt huge. I continued to let my body weight take me lower. I could feel the shaft of his cock enterin...g me and the head pushing against my cervix. At that point I tried to hold still, and simply squeezed. I imagined that my muscles had been stretched so taught that it would be impossible, but it clearly did something. The man groaned with pleasure. He put his hands under the cheeks of my bum as I continued to squeeze. The feeling of this huge. After about 7 or 8 minutes I exploded into his mouth. He tried to swallow it all, losing some of it out of the sides of his mouth. I pulled him up to an intense kiss. I took over control at this point, and flipped him over. His knees were in the couch, and his arms were holding onto the edge of it with his ass up in the air. I got behind him and started to go to town on his ass. I felt his muscular ass and started to lick his hole and stroked his cock. Ray started to moan and exhale heavily. . Why would women have additional genetic code that men didn't have? For the most part, both genders are the same. It had to be because of me. Each of these women bore my mark, the amber streak that hovered over their chest. They each wanted and shared me willingly. It had to be that. I was encoding them. I was affecting them as if adding code to their profiles. Only the code I added couldn't be deleted in the program. Just like the code Renée and I were apparently born with, it was not. "Damn. Lost another one. Heh, not that I mind..." He grabs one of the choice cuts of my body and brings it into the garage. He pulls out an old charcoal grill, pours lighter fluid on the coals and tosses in a match before putting the steak on to cook. As it cooks, he looks at the calendar. The picture this month is of a supermodel posing with a car. Drawn over her in marker are dotted lines separating out cuts, with written in labels for them. Each day, even weekends, has two lines drawn on it..