'They're wrong, we aren't, they're bastards, we're the good guys, we gotta fight, fight, fight for what's right, right, right, ' and on and on. I list...ned a lot, I said 'I see your point, ' all that shit, it's what mediation is. But here? I mean, they can think together but they just won't?" You seemed to accept that rather rapidly," he pointed out."I wasn't getting anywhere, and I wasn't going to," she said. "All I was doing was getting her even more worked up. That's another one I've seen. Perhaps it was something in my expression that would tell him that I really couldn't take much more of this exquisitely delightful agony! Whatever it was, as I was squirming helplessly on the milking bench, as he just barely moved his hand along the underside of my cock head, I saw him suddenly smile broadly, and he said: "Ah---at last! NOW it's time!" Oh--YESSS!!" I said to him as he and I both watched as I began shooting my long pent-up load of sperm, in spurt after spurt after spurt! Never. You're funny and you make me feel special. You have nothing to fear from any other woman, either in 872AD or 2007AD, believe me."She kissed me then, a fire in her eyes.I tried to convey things like democracy, a classless country and especially everyday life in my time but it was difficult. Some of it must have got through to her though I knew when I heard her next comment."You must have been very frightened when you woke to find all of you world's security gone, all that you relied on, were. ."But I did know, though the admission was shocking to me. All night long I'd been sneaking glimpses of my friend's long legs, studying the firm muscle of her calves; the way her strappy heels had pulled them into tight definition. I'd been captivated by the soft nylon wrinkle of gathered pantyhose behind her knee as she crossed her legs, an almost fractal detail of infinite complexity. I found myself wondering distantly, with a subconscious fascination, about what it would feel like to touch.