Proceed."There! That's better." Okay, let's try this. I was born Michael William Vello on November 15th, in the year 2062. Therefore, by easy addition... that means I'm 20 years old, or at least I have seen twenty years pass in my short lifetime. Ten months ago, when this whole thing started, I was still nineteen and a freshman in college."There! That wasn't so hard! What's next? Let me see. Oh yeah! How could I forget?I had been in school about three months at the time my little unfinished. You are so much better than my last little whore. I am kind of glad she had to leave. If she had stayed I never would have had you. So I'm happy. Now let's get you ready for everyone. Remember, blindfold and ear phones stay on." She said.She took me to the bed and then put the blindfold on me. She ask a few questions so she was sure I couldn't see. Once she was positive I could not see, she added some kind of wrap, just to be sure. Then she said. "I am going to place you on the bed on your. ”She raised a hand to arrest his declaration. “Luke, you can skip the postgame analysis. We both know it was good. But we have a lot to talk about, and we have to do it now.”“Why now?”“Because this is as purely physical as we’re ever going to be.” His penis leapt at the implied promise of future activity. “This,” she gestured back and forth between them, “is only going to get more complicated the longer we keep doing it. There are things that we need to say to, and hear from, each other before. ..I got too excited!" Then, her husband's now useless tool quickly shrunk and was being pulled out of her. Falling over to her side of the bed, Jill was totally flabbergasted as her husband pulled the sheet up to his chest and then turned over onto his side. With her husband fast asleep, Jill touched herself in search of some satisfaction, then her thoughts drifted back to the other week, when Steve's shipmate had stopped by to hook up the washer and dryer. "Why can't I stop thinking of him? He.