For several months our lives settled in to a simple routine. She served meand learned my likes and dislikes. She was very eager to live this way withn... responsibilities outside of the home. So our time was easy, relatively speaking.It was not long before she came to understand my moods and when and how tosatisfy my wants. Many days were spent outside in my back yard lounging in lawn chairs in thegrass. I held her naked form close to me, kissing her and she kissing me. Itwas quite nice, really.. ? (She didn?t, in fact, much likeher rock, and so didn?t wear it very much.?But she told him that his crystal had some kind of storage capacity, andwould transmit the next time she wore it.?Silly, silly words that he, as always, listened to very intently, sincehe never knew when there would be a ?test.?)? This has workedvery well for her.? His stone is not onlya constant physical reminder of his inferiority, but has become a constant,oppressive presence on his chest, a point of departure. I knew that I was excited to explore here thighs and play around with her body for sure if given the chance.She came back to the couch and we drank the wine and talked. After a bit, she kissed me and I could tell she had some passion in her rounds of kissing. We kissed a bit and then I grabbed her breast. She let out a nice little moan. One could tell she was not going to push away. So we continued to kiss and I touched her breast, now her nipples were getting hard through the bra. I kissed her. I sit up, wriggle them down until they coil softly over my feet, and lie back on the bed once again.Ohhh! What a difference! So much...I don't know...naughtier? With nothing (and I do mean nothing--the landscape is smooth) to buffer the too-sensitive, narrow oasis from overstimulation, I have to keep the monster marshmallow pressed to one side, riding the outer lip's protective dune.Anton's Mic might need to stay right where it is, but it's not going to let me shut it down until its dirty.