He unfasten my jeans and shoved my Jean’s granny and panty down at the same time.He was alone, stranded in the forest and tied up in the hut of some mad witch.Excuse me Mr and Mrs Abeles.Why give me to your queen, when you could take her out?Don’t you miss being a man? I do, but I also care for you.Not at the lady, but at the corporate bullies that have this lady working so hard for them to save a couple of bucks.The sensations where so erotic, I wanted more, needed her to help stop the ache, the Moms and Boys incessant throb in my clit.I moaned into her mouth again, she stopped kissing me, moved back and looked into my eyes,‘Tell me…….He took a deep breath, then gently started pushing.Both dogs eyed him with new respect.Chapter 9MistyReality raised its head once again.If the students wanted it...I gasped as her tongue flicked up to my clit.His feet always hurt on Saturdays and Sundays, when he worked the register at the local big-box store. This vigil a vain exercise in an intellectual curiosity with no plan for action should the event occur.Ten thousand years past, cities fell into dust. The overseers lived in luxury, watching the wretches in the outer world as some grand entertainment. With precise raids in the dark of night, they planted devices to observe those women in their natural habitat. While satellites and drones tracked the wild packs of men. With each generation Moms and Boys a new clone took the place of its previous self, absorbing all the knowledge of those earlier versions of themselves.And yet, much was lost. The watchers couldn’t remember the feel of a cool breeze over their flesh. Lost in the memories of 10 millennia the pure scent of fresh rain. The feeling of sunlight on their bare skin. So many other things once taken for granted, now unable to be recalled. There was too much data to process. Immortality has a high price.They had their entertainment. They pleasured themselves with the rugged and violent lives of those they surveyed. Inside the mountain, Andrea watched the small village east of the Rockies, just past the granny crumbling conurbation once called the Denver Metropolitan Area.The river flowed from the mountains into the flat, featureless plain. The vegetation near the river was lush, further away grass covered the ground and nothing more, a rolling hill here, a small indentation there, only enough to break the monotony.