“Our contact will show, don’t worry.”“I certainly hope it’s the contact and not a group of soldiers,” Spencer says, keeping his guard up.�...��Humans are so predictable,” a voice filters out from the shadows.Spencer spins around to face the voice. Samantha has her pistol out and trained just a second before Spencer does. Nash on the other hand doesn’t budge from his position. “You!” Spencer says trying his best not to yell out.“Don’t shoot her,” Nash says calmly.“And why the fuck not,” Samantha. She is a woman. The equipment is all there. Just put the key in the lock and let nature take its course.”“But how do you retrieve the... deposit?” he asked, now not even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at Seven’s cunt.“I told you,” Doctor Swan said slowly. “Seven is an R-Clone. Her body has certain... features... which allow it to properly collect your deposit.” She turned James so he was now facing her and said, “And those features are active regardless of which opening is used to. I use both my hands to your hips, and lift them into the air. I put the pillow under your ass to keep your hips raised into the air and allow me to fully pleasure your body. My right hand now resting on the top of your left thigh, and my right hand resting on the bottom of your left thigh, near your ass cheek. My mouth starts to kiss and lick your left inner thigh, just above your knee, and makes very slow progress up you leg. Spending time, fuelling your inner fire, stoking the embers that. We passed them around, smoking and drinking until we were all pretty buzzed. Suzanne, Chris and Andy began reminiscing about holidays when Chris and Andy would be home from college and my wife was just out of high school. They began to talk about the games they would play in the basement of their old house. One of the games they played turned out to be spin the bottle. Chris said, "Suzanne, you know if we hadn't played spin the bottle, you would never have learned anything about sex." Suzanne.