" Sounds like a plan," she agreed.I don't know whether what I cooked would properly be called bolognese, but it tasted pretty good.Anne agreed; "You'r... a good cook, lover." Do you think you'll stick around, then?" Sure," she smiled, "for a week or so, anyway!" Actually, I was thinking rather longer term than that ... Anne, will ... would you consider marrying me?"She met my eyes, I waited for an eternity before she spoke."I'll consider it, certainly. Ask me again tomorrow evening."What? What. "The man placed the datapad on the table and patted his thigh. "Come sit,facing me."I mounted him. His hands sunk into my butt cheeks and pulled me againsthim. His hard rod pressed against my thigh."Would you like to get off, girl?"I could handle lying, but saying the truth was hard. "Yes... Yes, sir." How?" Like a g-girl, sir." I swallowed. "With a cock up my butt."His hand snaked between us and lifted my skirt. I yelped, as a fingertouched my cock."What's this then?" Undin smirked. "I thought. "I just wanted to tell you that I really liked what we did when we were at the clinic all this past week, Kenny. And, also, that all of us want you to know that we want you to be happy. We want everything to get back to as close to being how they used to be as you think you can make them." Shirley had come forward to be able to speak over Joyce's head.Dale reached her tiny body around Brenda to smile at me, and then she too told me that she was happy with the way our relationship was going. I. Was I wet? I knew I felt a shiver at his touch, but this was wrong. I shouldn't be- actually, definitely, couldn't be, doing this. He began ticking his fingers up and down my damp underwear. He seemed to know exactly where the outline of all the parts of my vagina were located, and he made sure to rub tiny circles over all of the right places. Over my clit, down the outside of my lips, and trace over my wet hole, and then back up. I was now squirming. "Michael-" He cut me off with a loud,.