Seven weeks was forty-nine days. Five times a day for forty-nine days was two hundred forty-five times she’d performed Exercise One, reciting from p...per at first, but later by rote as the words etched themselves into her mind. The other exercises were pretty deeply ingrained too, some moreso than others (Jessica hadn’t even memorized Exercise Forty-Seven yet) but Exercise One felt as natural as breathing. She had a tiny cut on her lip from where she’d bitten it fifteen times in the last three. Someday I will build somethingworthy of him." Why not now?" River said. "I have an idea. What if there was a realRube Goldberg kind of thing on main street in town. It would becompletely powered by people, maybe with a bicycle to raise abilliard ball, and then using gravity to take it from there. Peoplewho are driving through would see it and stop to let their kids playon it. The kids get tired and grumpy from just sitting in a car, andgetting them moving again will make them happy." I like the. Her legs were spread slightly, her shaved pussy lips parted. I knelt between her legs and pulled the black thong off. I already had a latex condom on my cock, coated with the lube from the pump bottle she kept by the bed. On my hands were black medical grade latex gloves. She murmured something as I opened her legs, wiped some lube on her pussy and slid my cock into her. She stirred slightly, responding to the sensation of my hard cock sliding between those lips and I gave her a few minutes of. We both sold our houses and built a new house. Over the next four years or so we seemed to have new lives that we had never thought of. Travelled into the city to go to show, or cinema, ate out quite a lot, went away for the odd weekend, holidays in Phuket and Fiji, browsing markets etc. Frequent loving in bed, frequently on Sat or Sunday afternoons after lunch always good but once Fiona had cum, she seemed to lose all interest. Could not make her come a second time. Then one Saturday morning.