Do the producers of this trash even now how female biology works?”"Meh." A different woman adds, "At least he is easy on the eyes, though there is n... way those tits are real."“I'd do her any time.” Someone else quietly sighs.As your mind begins to clear you realize you're hanging by your wrists, your arms spread out, with your feet barely touching the floor. Your body is limp with your head slumped against your chest. Though you cannot move your muscles, you believe your ankles are also. Grace may have been small but she was certainly determined.I smiled. "Well I still enjoy being with you, even before you pleasured me," I said. Grace beamed, most likely pleased I didn't call it 'going down on me', 'blowjob', 'oral sex', or the like. She seemed to be a woman who liked to keep things civil.Grace laid her head on my chest and we laid like that for some time. Finally, she said, "We'd better get off the bed. Only two things are done here, and I don't feel tired enough for one of. “Luthor!” yelped Bernadette. She was the only one facing the bank, and was the first to see him.“Hey, guys!” said Luthor, setting down his fishing pole and gear.“What are you doing here?” asked Bernadette as her brother and sister turned to look at the bank.Luthor looked around, and then down at his fishing pole, and then at their brand new ones, not yet rigged for fishing, and then back at them.“Fishing?” he asked, as if he were confused.There was the noise of yelling and Jesse burst into the. “Waffles, whipped cream, blueberries. And orange juice.”“Thank you.” I paused. “We do still have to talk about this, you know.”“Fine.” She divided a waffle up with the knife and fork, swiped one quarter through the berries and cream, and held it up to my mouth. “While you eat.” I parted my lips obediently.The cream was Reddi-wip; the blueberries and waffles were pre-frozen. It was the best breakfast I’d ever had.I swallowed. “No regrets?”She smiled and shook her head. “Not a bit. I’ve wanted to.