Nothing. Then I got up, left the bedroom and walked to the bathroom, stiff cock swinging. And I found some condoms in a drawer there.On my way back I ...oticed the living room door was a little open. It was dark inside, but I swore I saw some movement. The thought of her friend seeing my recently-sucked still-hard cock and the condoms in my hand gave me another thrill, so I smiled to myself and walked back into the bedroom. I quickly put on the condom and lay next to my girlfriend. She looked a. I said sorry my aunt then she laughed and said its ok try again. I picked up the bra and help her to wear it and now I was started to hook it. So I pulled the bra straps towards me to properly hook it, but that hurt her so she moaned. I dint know wat happened me after that and I cupped her boobs my aunt shouted at me, but I was not in my sense to hear her shouts. So kept squeezing her boobs, her bra got loosened itself as it was not hooked. Then I completely removed it and started pressing it. "It's not enough!" Rachel declaimed melodramatically. She had her wrist to her forehead, the perfect picture of martyrdom. She dropped the arm and grinned. "We may need a third -- I'm a little sore, too, although if you think I wouldn't climb on if it was offered, you're sadly mistaken!" We're supposed to hit four," I noted, "although how long at a stretch I can pretend to be Superman is open to question!" the AI announced fatuously. I rolled my eyes. The girls giggled, so I knew the comment. Sure enough, he did. And not only that, but he had two stories which I had never seen before, the latest published only three months prior. This meant one thing. He was still alive!However, TooMuchTime's account settings do not allow for any contact. No anonymous email, no current email. How do I get his attention?I thought, maybe if I had an author's account, I would get special communication privileges. So I signed up, using the very stupid pseudonym I came up with when I was writing to him..