..”“I like you exactly where you are.”“That’s good. I don’t know if I can move.” She wiggled slowly like she was nesting atop me. “I�...m dripping, though.”“Insufficient reason to move.”“Glad you think so.”I nuzzled my way into the rust-colored tousle of hair, savoring the mix of the shampoo from last night’s ablutions and the little activities of today, kind of like a fragrant bunny rabbit.Speaking of rabbits, there was a thump on the bed as Pickles did a quick recon. Seeing us not covered, he. I nodded and closed the book to put it back. As I slung the backpack over my shoulder, I looked at the Professor. My next question stuck to the tip of my tongue when I saw her again. There was no actual change but somehow, she suddenly seemed more ... luscious. Her blazing blue eyes stood out in contrast to the flushed color of her face. Her blonde locks haloed her head and her soft red lips parted as she looked back at me.The change of my perception of her caught my attention. Not the actual. Soon, from the rear, a meek scientist approached, walking cautiously, as he feared death, yet was fascinated by the strength levels of this Machoke. From the front, a couple walked forward, a naked older teenage girl and her embarrassed boyfriend.To the girl, Machoke gestured an order for her to give him head, which she quickly obeyed after whispering something to the Pokémon, kneeling before him and lowering her head, as she engulfed his erect rod in her mouth, moaning while her boyfriend and. But I've always had this thing for older, more mature men – and a while back, I realized that a lot of the men I thought about in that way reminded me of my own daddy. I also can't imagine a woman who could teach me as much about loving with other women as my beautiful mom. I want to be with you, intimately, and learn from your experience. I want to offer myself to you as a lover and playmate, if you'll have me."This one time only, it was me that surprised Kristy. "Yes," I answered plainly.