All of those lifetimes of knowledge - all of that slow learning and adapting - had been for this one final moment. The time before she returned to the..."real world".It had been explained from the first day she arrived that only minutes would pass. She was still, technically sitting in the same place she'd left. In her living room, being held down on a sofa while the Correction Agents slipped her mind into Rehabilitation.Her wife, Emily expected, was still being restrained. It seemed odd to think. "I never meant to hurt you or lead you on. I'm still figuring out these 'real world' relationships. What we shared was very special, but I'm not looking for a girlfriend."With a tiny nod of her head she acknowledged me and then sniffled. I was annoyed that we'd had such a good time studying together, yet now things were back to being awkward. With a jolt I realized that even at a party, it takes more than just being beautiful to get my attention. I still hoped we could be friends."Come here," I. .you, the more experienced lover, taking it as slowly as you sensed I needed to go...”Your hand left my thigh then and I felt it pressing gently on my shoulder. You eased me backward carefully, tenderly. I felt like I was moving in slow motion, falling through clouds. The bed underneath us shifted, helping make sure that every part of me was available to you. My body, a complete and total offering, nothing held back. I moved too, doing my best to remember what women did when I brought them. "I've been wanting to feel your cock inside me for so long. I don't know why I didn't come on to you sooner." I've been watching you, too," I said. "Sis, you're one of the easiest girls to spy on I've ever seen."Cyndi gasped in mock surprise. "You've been spying on me?" All the time. It's an obsession." What--what did you see?" She smiled as she looked into my eyes."I saw you doing some very kinky things with Rod. And those three other guys. And more than that I saw you changing your clothes.