Did you make my fingertips more sensitive, too?" I never thought about it. Maybe. T'automatic Changing Machines have alot of defaults that ours don't....I didn't really look at all of 'em. Ionly knew I had t'work quickly, and y'wanted to keep y'boy parts, andthen I got t'idea 'bout y'breasts, and then everyone else was 'readystarted, so I just hit t'Go button." She ran her hand from his shoulderdown along his arm to his fingertips. "It might not be your fingers,though. Girls have better skin than. 'We are intruding on you, and should be apologising, but you were a beautiful sight laying in the sun, gently stroking your character of a cock to erection, clearly dreaming something nice? Almost a greek statue in marble!' With that her friend mumbled something, and she blushed. 'How remiss of me, I haven't introduced us. I am Rowena, and this is James. We are on a holiday hike, after graduating University, before we launch ourselves into careers.' Rowena sat down and silently contemplated the. Claire enters the room. ‘No! Did I miss it already, are you done?’ Claire asks. ‘Damn that call with the Board Secretary took longer than I hoped. I wanted to be here for it, it’s your birthday after all and this was a bit of my present to you.’ Claire looks around the room, ‘Where is he? Are you guys done already? Was it not good, did he not leave you happy?’ ‘Well things were going well until you knocked, then he, well,’ Stephanie gestures to where your feet can be seen poking out slightly. A slow dance in a darkened room, the glittering ball casting a thousand shimmering lights as it twirled ever so slowly overhead. It was as if time had regressed and we were dancing in the 1940’s. My right hand holding her left, at shoulder height, my left upon her waist, her upon my arm, our feet shuffling on the floor as we continued to chat while we danced. As a measure of compliment I commented on her wonderful muscle tone, my hand upon the small of her back. She told me she rode her.