"Apparently so," I muttered, feeling Harley's agreement."Don't feel as if you must explain yourself," Bud said, but I cut him off."No, the feeling is ...ike the best of every drug rush I ever experienced," I admitted. "and I've done far worse things than the pills Harley found in the bike's gas tank. While I was overseas I was able to do opium and heroin. This combined the extreme inward peace of the one with the intense rush of the other, and everything in between." We would never have come back. Ann convoys with Matt back to the Northeast and gets a special dual PhD program at a top science and engineering college (Ch.8-9). Ann and Matt set up a business called 3i. Ann finds a suitable building with a four bedroom apartment over it (Ch.9). Matt sets up a photo studio in the smaller conference room. There is lots of photography distributed through this story and yes the models generally end up posing nude. Ann and Matt hire Joyce and add a pool in the woods on 3i grounds (Ch.10-12).. “Can I ask you a question about your church?” I addressed the question to Hunter, but it was Brad that answered, “Of course, ma’am.” “What does your church say about sex outside of wedlock?” Brad went bright red, and Hunter--even Hunter with his beautiful voice--stammered. “We… The church… It’s forbidden, ma’am.” “But you’re not against all sex.” “N… no ma’am. Within marriage, it is okay.” “I thought so. Mormons, you have quite big families?” All I got was a nod from both of them. I looked at. She was moaning with exhaustion and anticipation. Her head was on the cushion, looking left and laying her bun to right. But the sight of her back… It was painfully hard to resist the call to fuck both holes roughly. The upper one was promising a tighter pleasure than her throat with all its brownness and sphincter lines. It was perfectly placed in the crack that separated the fleshy, white ass lobes. The lower one was glistening with moisture and spasming slowly, making me remember her control.