‘Oh really. What about that other Jenny who showed up the first night you were with Tom?’ she smirked. ‘That’s not a secret. Even I didn’t k...ow that would happen,’ she laughed. ‘Yeah, well if you’re smart, it’ll be a secret now.’ ‘Ingrid, you told me that Steve had asked you to marry him many times, I think you said twenty?’ ‘Yeah, well … I may have exaggerated a bit, but that’s right.’ ‘What happened the twentieth time? Why was it different?’ ‘It wasn’t, I guess. I think he just wore me. Again, although it was as colourful as any Chelsea flat in the late 1940s might be, his memories were in monochrome despite the fact that he had no photograph to remember it by. The photographs he had of Jenny at that time, most of them taken at the wedding, had none of the details of the dark brown freckles on her cheeks or the auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders when she removed her hairpins. And no photograph taken then showed her slim naked body when after many minutes of subtle. .right?I blush a bit surprised he came right out and asked but wanting sound all cool and grown up I answer...yea...of course..dont you?....he laughs....hell yeaaa...all the time...my own young cock is rock hard and throbbing as I notice his bulge, why...you..ask...I say curious....ohh...well...umm...he smirks..i was just thinking...I am horny...and I see you are too..grins and glances at my bulge...I figure we could just go ahead and stroke it...I mean no big deal right...we both do it. Zion watches as Agnes’ is exposed, the last article covering her rendered to shreds by his own mechanical arms. He’s satisfied that his plan is coming along well, that soon he will be able to help Agnes by penetrating his thickest limb as deep inside her bowels as he can. A part of him, however, is selfishly fascinated, intrigued, and gearing for more. This is not supposed to pleasure or help him, this is for her, but Zion finds that he’s very much enjoying the proceedings as well.Her ass.