Luckily, no one person could re-create them. My twenty-one-year-old sister was in there probably studying. Two wonderful, incestuous delights. I shuddered, thrusting the cloth in deeper and deeper, pushing with both my fingers. My tongue caressed her folds, brushing her hymen. This was amazing. I dug my hands into the packing peanuts and produced the nanite colony shaped to look like a golden circle. But the task wasn’t done. My juices soaked my fingers. I stroked my clit and labia. She stroked it, adding a naughty delight that melted into my cunt. I gaped at that. That place that sent the Halo to me was the Institute of Apotheosis. I could make them do anything. They worshiped me. It makes you so wet.”
“So wet!” Bernie groaned, her eyes staring up my body.
