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He didn’t think that he lasted very long, but apparently it was long enough because Marcella climaxed loudly just cheating wife before he shuddered and erupted within her. Afterwards, he lay panting on top of her. They lay intertwined for several minutes until a soft voice behind them said quietly, “Marcy, I can’t let you do this. You have to tell him the truth.” Both jumped to their feet and turned to face a short, middle-aged man with curly hair and a long, curly beard. He was dressed as if he were on his way to a indian toga party at the local college. “What truth?” Richard said, starting to sound a bit afraid. “Where have you seen this man before?” Marcella asked him. “I’ve never seen this man before in my life,” he sputtered back. “I would remember him.” “Maybe if you looked behind you when you worked at your desk,” the man said softly. Richard’s eyes grew wide. He stepped forward and reached out to touch the man. When his hands gripped something solid, he said, anal “Plato?” He stood looking confused and then turned to Marcella and asked, “How can a philosopher from two thousand years ago be here with us today?” “What’s the last thing amateur you remember before you were here?” the toga-clad man asked. “Marcella called me into work,” he said. “There was something wrong with in the growth lab. I went inside and one of the pieces of machinery hit me in the shoulder. I felt a slight shock and...” His eyes got even wider and his eyebrows threatened to hide under his hair. “PLATO!?!” He gasped. “How can this be?” “Open your eyes,” Marcella said softly. “It all goes away.” “About that,” Plato said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve made some improvements to the ATOs. I can override specific nerve impulses, such as vision, and modify what is seen or not seen.” Everything blurred for just a moment and Marcella and Doctor Mueller found themselves standing in what looked like a giant sandbox at the back of the Growth Processing Room. The bright blue beach blanket beneath their feet covered most of the sand. They were both naked. Their clothes were scattered on the floor just outside the sandbox. Plato remained standing before them, only now he was wearing Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt. “That wasn’t me,” he said sheepishly to Marcella. “I only provided the mood and atmosphere and then... observed.” He smiled as he pointed to each of them. “Richard... and you...” he said slowly, “did the rest.” He laughed as he continued to look back and forth between them and then said, “You two really love each other... or at least, you are really, really horny for each other. 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She couldn’t sink her head far onto my without gagging, but oh my god the feeling was amazing. When we did manage to get together, we fucked like crazy. I stopped five paces away, and steadied my aim. “No. No. “Does your secretary have a sweet ass?” Mom asked, a touch of acid on her tongue. He spoke so differently to her and physically was different too. The girl’s head slammed backward onto the mattress as she let out a squeal. This isn’t going to end well. She reached a second orgasm, this time she announced her love for me as she came over and over saying, “OH GAWD DAMN DAVID, HOW DO YOU MAKE ME CUM SO HARD? The gentle breeze tickled my pussy and I felt good. He ate you out for as long as you could take before you stood up and said “your turn” with a grin. But she doubled back, leaning forward, opening her mouth wide. “Never have I met a man who shoots more spunk than Jermaine here. 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