"I hope this can satisfy you for now," she said, "I had our cook, Brindon, go ahead and heat up what was left over from this morning's breakfast; the ...ruit is from our orchard just outside of town, picked just this morning." She noticed the paddle sitting on the table, and felt the insides of her ears redden, and her cheeks heat up. Suppressing her embarrassment at the thoughts the simple bit of wood caused her to think, she smoothed down the front of her apron, and sat herself down in the one. Hex... ? Is my appearance satisfactory?"My jaw flapped a bit for several seconds before I managed to respond. "Oh, yes ... Not just satisfactory. Excellent." And that was understating the way I felt. I had to keep telling myself she was a construct, an avatar of an artificial intelligence. When she smiled – and blushed – at my response, my heart lurched. Now ... of course she was, her appearance was, what I'd asked for. But I hadn't specified clothing, and the way she was dressed so perfectly. Now the thermos was gone, but she was still coming home from the same job, to the same cabin, to the same cat, for the same run. She ran faster and harder to use up some of the despair that she was beginning to feel, and tried to clear her mind of all thoughts except for breathing in and out. She ran the trail twice that night, pushing herself, almost punishing herself for feeling so trapped. The rocks and roots on the forest floor of the trail kept her looking ahead, and the hills and. Molding and kneading herself like a dough. My cock was erect and was saluting this friend-turned-slut. At first what started to be adjusting cock slowly turned to touching and then into rubbing. I was masturbating looking at her masturbate. I was too high on excitement and eroticism to notice and accidentally slipped and fell right on the door. The door was wide opened.She had two fingers inside her pussy and the other hand on her breasts. I was lying on the floor with my cock in my hand. Both.