We move slowly at first and build to our rhythm and she cries out and there’s a passion behind her eyes I’ve have never seen before. Hours seems t...o pass and then suddenly we’re seated in the main part of the theatre with a few people I know from school with us. They ask us questions I can’t recall, and I only answer with monosyllables. We tell stories of times past and recount our glory days here and I look over at her and she peaks over her shoulder and a small smile creeps to her face.. There were two queen-sized beds in the room. We moved to the beds, him on one, me on the other. He stripped out of his clothes, revealing his perfect eight-inch cock. I wanted it so bad, but had to respect his wishes.I just had to push the limits some. I moved to his bed and moved so I was lying down with my face between his legs. I wanted a close-up view of him stroking his cock. I was so close, I was breathing my hot breath on his cock (still not touching, right?). This was driving him. The girl sucking my father gave a happy little moan and continued to bob up and down on the prick that had given me life. I've watched quite a bit of porn on my computer and it seemed like this blonde knew what she was doing, varying her technique and reaching her hand up to cup my dad's balls as she swallowed him to the hilt."Ugggghhhhh, Sammi, I'm gonna cum, you cock hungry little tart. Take my load on your face like the spunk sucking whore you are!!" Dad nearly screamed as the girl moved her. ‘Hmm?’ ‘How did you do it?’ Zeke asked in false calmness. ‘A suicide gene, fairly common in genetic manipulations. I calculated the time and formulas needed and when she shot herself, I released the data into her digital corpse. When you pieced her back together and brought her into the real world, the suicide gene started to tick. One year, three hundred and sixty five days, exactly thirty one million, five hundred and thirty six thousand seconds. Enough time for you to get attached enough to.