Suddenly the doorbell rang, I hadn't realised the time or that I had opened my fly and had been wanking at the site in front of me, I rushed out the d...or round the house and paid for the Chinese, then rang the bell saying I had left my keys.When I came in, C was dressed as normal, but Dave was flushed and a little red in the face as he buttoned the last one on his shirt. I said is everything all right as I went into the kitchen with a smile on my face, C came in and put her arms around me, then. What could I do? The pseudo-Lyx, calling herself Nyx, had locked me out of my powers in the gamesim. My gamesim, the one I'd created and lovingly built, the one I'd moved into almost full-time, years ago, because it was safer than a personal sim could ever be. Safer, because no one knew how to find Lyx Varan in the staggering size of Arcadia.Well, no one except a clone of me.Four hours after I awoke, and nine after Nyx was created, there was a knock on the door of my small inn room, in a. That spot near her hip gave me a bit of a gap between her skin and the material. I took a deep breath there wishing I could rip her panties off.My hands moved up her ribs to where her hands covered her tits. It felt as though she was lifting them more than covering them. I intuitively slid my fingertips underneath her hands. At the same time, I was kissing and licking the front of Nel’s panties. With my chin, I found her pussy mound and felt her clit squish to one side under my chin while I. ‘What a horrid letter. She’s nothing but a cold, unfeeling jilt. She cannot have really cared a fig for you, to write so.’ ‘Never mind about her, dearest, let’s talk about us.’ ‘Never mind talking about us, let’s do something about us.’ She began to disrobe as fast as she could, fumbling at her buttons and catches. I was as excited as she was, and soon we were naked in each other’s arms. She lay spreadeagled on the bed, and as I sat by her side, she turned her head towards me and her mouth.