As she ran Sandra no. 7 never felt so alive. If she pulled this off she would be the first of her kind to escape The Facility. She sprinted a...s fast as she could through the broken streets dodging piles of smashed debris and ruined vehicles, occasionally glancing behind her to check for the pursuers she knew would be coming. She thought about the girls she had left behind, the other Sandras, the Tinas and all the other pre-fabricated sex clones with whom she had spent her brief. Sam of course was off on vacation all of July and the first three weeks of August. School nurses worked on a ten-month contract Sam had eight glorious weeks to bask in the sun, take CEUs at the college or on line and to enjoy her adopted daughter.Wearing identical t-shirt dresses, the three women, one a thirty something and two teen-agers, arrived at the airline domestic terminal to check in for their flight south to Gramma Kramer's farm. Sam was wearing a ginger-colored dress that set off her. Her pussy was so wet, it was continuously dripping fluids that runs down between her but cheeks and across her anus before finally make the bed wet. As I make my way inside of her, her face squirm in pain and she said it hurts. I stopped near the entrance and asked her whether she was sure to keep going. MJ told me to kiss her while I make myself in. So, I started kissing MJ and slowly make my way inside again. I could feel it was getting moist and warm, and we were making good progress. Then I. .. "I'm going to do my best by each and every one of you tonight -- starting with YOU!" I pointed to Keisha, "but it's dinner time and we can't just fuck for four hours and not eat, so please shift to 'Attention' before I totally lose it!" They did so, reluctantly, it seemed. "God! If we didn't have kids to feed..." I moved forward and softened their disappointment by kissing each of them, slowly, starting with Frieda on my left and working my way past Beth and Tara to Keisha.Keisha didn't want.