‘I just hope that we can get together more often in the future.’ In that moment he looked so forlorn, and I remembered that back in the real world...I was just someone else’s boyfriend, and he was some other guy who fancied me but couldn’t publicly acknowledge it. I hugged Tim close, knowing the love he felt for me, and whispered to him: ‘Tim, I care deeply for you, and I will do anything I can to make you care more deeply for me. Here and now, please accept what we have shared, and I too hope we. How does that sound? It can be your daily chore."Before I could answer, she said. "You're already started, so let me pick one." Mom reached under my bed and pulled one out from my stash. "Hmm! 'Parade' this one looks good! " She sat besides me on the edge of the bed, thumbing through the pages. Inspecting each model like browsing a menu."This is fun, it's good for us to share our hobbies! Ok honey, what'd fancy? A blonde? A brunette? Big or smalls boobs?" I trembled with excitement and my dick. Her right heel kept him pressed close to her as she slipped her tits from her low cut top. She placed his palms over her breasts encouraging him to fondle them.“You continue to look more like your mother every time I see you.”“I can see you as often as you like.”“Seeing me usually means we end up in bed fucking.”“That doesn’t bother me one bit. Remember the teasing we did with us getting all hot and bothered and then something always interrupted us from fucking?”“I remember and now it doesn’t. We also sent in, under cover of night, a miniature eye that can give us good, real-time imaging of what's going on in the ... well, I guess we'll call it the village square. And finally, the eye incorporates a set of scanners that gave us a reading on implant status."He looked up at Isabella's face on the com. "This is a village of about 100 to 110 people. As far as we can tell, none of them has ID implants or med implants. Not the adults and particularly not the children." That's amazing!".