She never pressed me again, though I often woke with either her hand on me, or my hand cupping her breast. Mornings, she began to run with me. It was ...ard for her at first, but she quickly caught up and soon was running further and faster than me.At weekends, Jessica joined us and if the weather looked good, we sailed, often with Donna. We sailed to Pin Mill on the Orwell (setting of Ransome's 'We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea') and one long weekend we re- enacted that story with a passage to. "You like Japan?" Yes, I like it." I am Natsumi. I learn English every day," she said, boasted even. "I speak good English, right?" Yes, right." I wondered what she looked like out of her outfit. My erection tightened a little more."Good. I practice a lot." I'm a musician," I said. "I play guitar." I mimed a guitar then felt silly for doing so.Her big brown eyes widened and she smiled. "I like music. I am student. I work here at weekends only. You like?"I wondered what she was asking that I. The whole top of the desk lit up. I could see the surface divide into six sections. The one in the upper left had “Intro to Corvettes” clearly printed across the top. The other sections were all gray.“Only one section?” I said asking the rhetorical question.“The other sections will become available once the first section is completed,” the AI said.“Makes my choice easy then,” I said quietly as I pressed my finger to the one illuminated section.The section spread out to cover the entire screen.. I kissed harder and spread my legs wider still and Mick pushed his finger deep into my ass. And then withdrew and pushed in again. And again. And again and again. He added a second finger and continued. Stretching my asshole. I was loving the sensation. Mick was finger-fucking my ass and I was holding onto him and kissing him and loving how it all felt."I'm going to fuck you now" he told me."Yes Mick, please. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me"He pulled his fingers from my ass, rolled up.