"She loved conversation, especially concerning her doppelganger ancestor. I thought ... she would be my new Claire who had died only a decade before."... How did Claire die?" asked Lindy."She died loving me. I fucked her to death. I don't know how she did it, but even at eighty she never failed to thrill me in bed. But at eighty, her old heart couldn't handle it. Like a warrior dying in battle, dying in my arms with my cock thick inside her was to her the most honorable death she often told me. From habit, I reached for my clit, and teased it with my long nails. I rubbed it hard. I flicked it with my fingertip. In moments, rising from within me, that oh so delicious tingle: a warning that very soon my body would explode with a sensation that I have never been able to describe to myself, let alone commit to paper. I heard my voice imploring him to fuck me.My eyes widened and I had to move my feet wider apart as my pussy began to be expanded by an incredible thickness. Oh so slowly, his. "What?" I asked.She got out of the truck and walked over to my window. "Do you know much about batteries?" she asked."I paid attention during physics classes in college," I said with a shrug.She rested her arms on my window and leaned in, and I could see down her shirt to her swollen belly."So, here's the situation," the gorgeous pregnant woman began. "My brother left on a cross-country road trip, and he asked if he could swap batteries with me until he gets back since he says they're the same. In our mutual frenzy, heloved me like no man ever had. He was my very first. I was a virgin thatnight. He took it as I gave it, in love and tenderness. My surgery, doneby Mary and her team while I was on vacation, was perfect. I acceptedhim into me, letting him indoctrinate me into womanhood, showing me theway a real man loves a real woman. After the third time, he said he wasunable to go on, but he was wrong of course. Men usually are. Clarice flew home with the team, minus Michael. He stayed.