I keep telling how wonderful she looks and that it turns me on to fuck her with my favorite toy. Without changing the rhythm of my sliding completely...in and out of her, I crawl out between her legs and straddle her backwards cooing about how good she feels between my legs as I rub my own wet pussy from her chin to her pubic area while I reach back wiggling my toy side to side. Starting to cum again, I slide up and down my lover’s body while thrusting my toy harder and faster into her as I. He would ask if I liked this outfit or that one. Ibegan picking out looks for his 'girl', including accessories. He seemedto like that I was getting into it. He mentioned that I was as pretty asany girl he knew. For some reason I felt flattered and he knew it. Thenhe told me that I shouldn't make fun of him any longer. He looked veryserious when he said that to me. I blushed and told him I was sorry forever hurting his feelings. I also expressed that this 'girl' he wasbuying these gifts for. I would have forgotten my friend by now. Being intelligent isn't easy is it?" No it's not," I said. "Sometimes it would be nice to not be able to remember. Then of course I would never be able to fly, or cook, or LOVE Cynthia. I am very happy to have known you and Squeaker. You both add so much to my life." I have an idea. When humans have problems with memories we get help from a counselor. You and I know a very good counselor. She is Carol Maytag, Cynthia's mother. She might see you. Let's. I stood for awhile as the world came back into focus and then let my cock go soft and flop out of her pussy. It looked fantastic. It was covered in her juice, very red after a good fucking and dripping with my spunk. I pulled her knickers back over her pussy and she sat up on the edge of the table looking very red and dishevelled. She looked me in the eye and said "was that it big boy?" She slid off the table and reached down and grabbed my cock and pulled me towards the bedroom. She made me.