‘Well…’ ‘You have haven’t you! God that is so cool. What was it like?’ ‘I…’ Zak squirmed. ‘It wasn’t like that.’ ‘Yeh right....So how was it then?’ ‘She made me. My wife actually egged me on, told me it made her hot watching me fuck her through the robot. I mean I didn’t want to at first.’ ‘You bloody lucky sod. I wish my wife would encourage me to fuck another bird in our bed and get off on watching me.’ ‘But it was not like that. At first I was reluctant. I don’t know. I didn’t feel comfortable. Standing majestically upon the altar that once housed the arcane prison that suspended you in time, your eyes adjusted to the sight of the familiar gloomy chamber around you. It was the place where those impudent brats had entrapped you with their loathsome trickery, this specially sealed room of roughly hewn obsidian pillars and clusters of magic crystals forming upon the walls. You remembered that they were once a pristine cyan blue, flowing with latent mystical energy, naturally imbued with. She was a grade lower, you know. When Sarah got finished with her practices she would never bother showering at school because we were only five minutes away, and because she was shy around anyone except me and Carol when it came to her sweet, slowly maturing body. She had only started wearing a bra, with not a whole lot to be held up yet. But, I could see from our visits to the riverside and from the often intriguing glimpses, when I peeked at her in Carol’s shower, that she was sexy as hell.. Herself and her husband to bring up the c***d or indeed c***dren as their own. She was asked to sign the statement which she did without hesitation and was told she would appear on the following Friday. Thence to be kept by her replacement husband upstairs here and incommunicado till her wedding day, he was to bring to her a suitable wedding dress, at the wedding ceremony and she was to name two ladies preferably from either the committee or their partners to be maids, on the wedding day,.