..that's Will's room," mom protested as I walked into my bedroom and threw her down on my bed. "He could come home anytime...please..." Shit, he's goi...g with that little Susie Woods girl isn't he? From what I've heard he's probably screwing both her and her mother about now." What? What do you mean?" mom asked, who, even while being ****d, was still curious about news of her son."My wife heard he's fucking both of them, that he gets a doubleheader a couple of times a week," I lied. "Apparently. It was too much like those areas near our home now. Access by the public to what remained of Georgian Dublin was very restricted with a few exceptions. To say that we were NOT impressed with modern day Dublin would be putting it mildly. It was too much like the rest of the modern 2070's world to suit us."Have you had enough of modern Dublin?" Kell asked me later that evening."Yes! I believe that we can leave in the morning," I told him. We were so unimpressed that we returned to the hostel. The door slid open and their guest arrived. He was a male, first career age, but well into that first career, which made him ten to fifteen years older than the medics in the room. He was an unassuming figure, standing at an average height, with a face that was neither striking nor ugly, a skin tone that bespoke of a high ratio of African genes in his ancestry. He was bald and had no facial hair, as was the custom. His body was the trim, muscled fitness of a combat soldier. He wore a marine. Then she dries and powders herself, walking naked to bed with the All Black dildo held close. In passing she touches the All Blacks warrior poster in the crotch and kisses it on the mouth. The electric blanket had been on full blast so the bed heats her up like breakfast toast. Very soon Emily is able to throw aside the thick doona, spreading her legs to present her downy mound to the rugby giant. She starts the machine and moan as she is well on her way to the first orgasm of the planned.