I took in the sight of this tall, well presented gentleman, with a kindly, somewhat androgynous face. His hands were big, and well manicured. His skin...was awfully pale, though. A hint of grey and blue seemed to dance around his features. And then there was that lovely cock resting on top of his balls as they were forced out of his trousers, surrounded in grey pubic hair. Uncut, sizeable, and unblemished. Not a mark on it.'Go on, then. Get your cock out!' he said, breaking my trance-like state. Her generous bosom (at least 36C by your reckoning) is barely held back, and barely concealed, by a tiny white bikini. The straps gently biting into her supple flesh. Pink nipples lie just visible behind the thin fabric. She is sitting back with her legs just slightly enough apart that the thong can be seen delving into cleft between her cheeks. The material rises up in an attempt to cover the mound of her...oh man, you can't take this anymore.Frustration boils over and you mutter, "Gods above,. No, a door was slammed shut and...It was a mild spring day, only a few clouds were traveling across a blue sky and the sun was shining brightly. The apocalyptic vision had been just that, a vision, maybe a dream. Blue sky and shining sun testified it never happened. The smoking ruins of war machines and mangled corpses, strewn all over the Manthakin frontline, the stubborn, but silent asserters of a different reality.Roban lowered his arms and opened his eyes. He was back. Grinning he looked. "Right Daphne, here's how this works. This is no crash diet, they don't work or if they do they leave you weak and that's no good to me because you need to be strong to exercise. So, we loose weight slowly; maybe one to two pounds a week. That way is practical. If you try to starve yourself thin, the body guesses that it's being starved and cuts down the resting metabolic rate. So you burn food slower and lose less weight." I nodded. I could see that made sense. "You have too much fat in your.