.. since we were semi-camping every day (Hey! Don’t kid yourself. The cabin had fewer amenities than a travel trailer.) I decided to stay home more....That’s a lie. Five hundred thousand a year? I explored my kink. I leased a building in Sheridan and bought a few machine tools; a Bridgeport mill, an Atlas lathe, a rotary drill, surface planer, a Storm Vulcan crank grinder with ways long enough to hold Packard Merlin cranks. Evidently it was the buying that satisfied me ... I used each machine to. At first, there were good times to be had. Celebrations and festivals were held, amazing stories of rescue during natural disasters. Many rejoiced it as the next stage in human evolution... still others considered it blasphemous to nature itself. And as the second and third generations of girls grew even stronger, the tides of public opinion inevitably turned into fear of the other, fed through panic for profit. The cultural and military war that followed to suppress pokegirls would later be. ..ugh...far..mental capacities seem to be intact...but I find myself control slipping...I...feel. God I feel..."Moaning with wanton abandon. I slip off my shirt and pants in a rapidmania. Sitting naked on the stool now. My back arching as on camera, mysmall pink nipples darken. The flesh crinkling as they harden, theareolas widening, as thousand of nerve ends grow and expand. I forget mymanhood, both hands flying to the chest as I tug on the hard thumb sizenipples. The flesh beneath swelling,. As she moved her hand faster, Wes's hips lifted off the bed as he pushed his erection into her hand. Before long, Wes felt himself overwhelmed with pleasure, and with a grunt, he exploded, sending his semen over his stomach and across Nadia's hand.Nadia climbed on top of Wes, leaning down to kiss him. "Enjoying yourself so far, lover?"Wes just nodded as he tried to catch his breath. Nadia leaned forward, brushing her nipples across Wes's lips, inviting him to take another taste. Wes didn't.