So fucking hungry. Andhe had an appetite for pussy. He pushed open the door and walked into the room. There before him was his ultimate fantasy. She w...as laid back, legs apart, with a coy smile on her lips. She beckoned him closer, and opened her legs wider. He slipped out of his suit jacket, and tossed it on the back of the couch. He drank in her fine body. Her rich auburn hair, spread out on the pillow like a halo. Her large, full breasts, encased in an emerald green bra, smooth stomach, right. He’d be putting whole medical industries out of business.”“But all those people could get gene therapy and become the new healers!” said Melody.“Okay, but that’s not the real problem,” I said. “The real problem is that something like that could be used for wonderful things, but could also be used for terrible things.”“I know Bobby would never hurt anyone,” said Melody.“We’re talking about choosing thousands and thousands of people to make into supermen. You and I both know there’d be at least. " "Say what?" I asked in earnest."Mother" Why" It was a reasonable question to ask, the whole time I never stopped playing with her pussy."Because it's just not right" Right, wrong, I don't really give a damn. You're my Mother and Im going to call you that. Besides it's actually kinda hot knowing that I'm going to be FUCKING my own Mother." She moaned again and seemed as if she was close to another orgasm. She was still stroking my cock while intermittently sucking and licking on the head."Move. He handed the weapons to each of them and could see some of the tension visibly drain out of them as they weighed the guns in their hands."Good, we have all used this weapon before. What magazines do they have?" asked Shafiq."They've got standard magazines in them plus a round in the chamber. Here, a spare mag for each of you too," replied Assam as he handed over the spare clips. "I can promise they are all well maintained and in good working order." Twenty-seven rounds each, if we need more.