After a few minutes he looks up confused."What's the matter Dilly," Chuck asks him. "You got half of it right, didn't you?" That's what has me confuse... Chuck," Dilton answered him. "It should have either worked completely or not at all. Why the DNA of the apple accepted the tomato transformation and the tomato transmuted into a banana is beyond explanation." Duh! Can we eat them?" Moose asked."Uh! Oh! Yes, they seem perfectly normal Moose," Dilton told him."Then what's the problem Dilly?" Chuck. "Mary's gonna have a shit load of fun if she can take all that cock," I told Marty with the voice of much experience. "I think my wife will have fun no matter what," Marty replied as he moved onto the bed. The rocking movements of the bed started the room spinning again. "You really wanna fuck me...," I managed to slur. Or maybe it was just me speaking in my mind because there was no answer; just my feeling of an arm snaking under my thighs and lifting my ass off the bed while a pillow was. Hajin played with his mustache while I continue to quietly fire off quick questions about my rights and suitable responses. He briefed me the best he could during the short walk to the end of the wharf and the inevitable meeting with the lord's men. Remarkably, I felt at ease with my companion. It helped I had a nanoblade within easy reach. I noticed a pointed square iron nail under my foot and slipped it into my ankle high foot gear."I survived the Great Marsh. I lived through some disaster. That took probably ten more minutes so he had now been massaging me for around twenty and with the undressing and shower I had been there for about thirty minutes I had booked for an hour.Without warning, his hands left me and I felt rather than saw him move to the foot of the table. I felt him place his hands on each of my ankles. Then, with far less pressure than previously, he moved them upwards very slowly. They went over my calf muscles, across the back of my knees, up the larger muscles.