He turned thoughtfully to her and replied that he had in mind a new sausage recipe. ‘Oh! Yes, more like your toad and her ****.I know you, Fabby –...but anyway Toad in the hole isn’t very Italian. ‘Oh! I don’t know’ he grinned ,his eyes sparkling, ‘Maybe Mario can give it that Italian flavour, it could even be a combined effort.’ ‘If you’re thinking what I’m thinking Fabby, no – and anyway she’s not Italian ‘Yes she is, her mother was born in Naples!’ Maria knew when Fabby got something in his. “Hmmmmm?” I replied, still more unconscious than conscious.“It worked. I’m communicating with you over an android frequency,” she said.That got my attention. “Any problems?” I directed the thought to Ramina.“Everything went even better than we expected. The nanites have you almost completely healed. You should still take it easy for a couple of days, though,” she advised.I slept for three more hours before trying to get up. When I got up, I was surprised that I felt fine--no wooziness, no. I rub faster and faster until I yell. My swollen clit is tender to the touch. Julie is out of her shower now and a part of me hopes she heard my moans. Does she see me the way I see her? Somehow I doubt it. I call her name, but her music is too loud for her to hear. Acting on an impulse, I decide to go for it. I’ve thought about this for a long time, and I think it’s time I show her how I feel. I love her, and I want nothing more than her pussy in my mouth. Throwing on my shorts, I don’t mind. We got to talking, and he began asking if I could trust him, I said ofcourse. He kept asking that question every few minutes, and eventually told me he was gay. I told him I did not believe him, I thought he was fucking with me. He kept telling me he was for real, and I told him to prove it. He stood up and pulled down his trunks to show his raging 9 inch boner. I stared for a minute, then snapped out of it, pulled off my trunks under the water, and threw them out, and told him I was hard as.