~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As we enjoyed our breath’s steamy patterns in the cold January air, these were the ...ig decisions that Neil and I were weighing up. We’d come an awfully long way in the last two months. But this had been pushing and smashing sexual boundaries. By itself, this was a big enough change. But what Jason, and to a lesser extent Hannah, were now asking was something of a totally different scale and nature. And we weren’t going to be. "Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Maybe next time you'll have time to plant your seed in me and give me that baby you always wanted." There's NEVER going to be a 'next time', Janet. I NEVER want to see you again! We've been over for a LONG TIME! GO BACK TO FRANK!" Mitch turned and directed his rage at Janet."You know, I've heard that a lot over the years and you always changed your tune. You'll be back," Janet taunted."NEVER AGAIN! NOW GET OUT!" As Mitch bellowed his command, he flung his. ClickThe man kept the phone up, ready to take still more photos. Grace thought to herself, biting her bottom lip. She looked at the man for a second, and spun around, sweet ass now facing the camera, and looked back towards the lens playfully.“Oh wow!” his voice cracked as if he hadn’t meant to say that aloud.clickGrace laughed a little in her head, thinking about how much Matt was going to love these pictures. As she thought of Matt, she stuck her ass out a little bit more.click *click*Grace. The box also had another output labeled Scent Generator.Thomas took out the small, black box and inspected the control panel. The buttons were labeled with straightforward symbols. The central button had the Virtual Systems logo on it, and there were circular arrows next to it on each side. Thomas put on the haptic gloves and found that they fit him perfectly. He plugged in the scent generator, found the power button, and depressed it with a single click.After he turned it on, the warm-up.