We both loved having breakfast there, and as corny as it sounded, it was kind of “our place”. I snuck into the bedroom and stopped for a second, f...lling in love all over again. The bed sheet was barely on her, the sun shining through the window, kissing her warm skin. I loved lying next to Amber, tracing my fingers down her side, over her waist and up over her hips. I loved her curves. She always complained that she was fat and just didn't look the same anymore. To me, she was the most. That agreement was in the pages I read. When I pointed it out to Samuel, there was no explicit rule against the new Hero impregnating the old Hero’s caretaker; there was a gleam in his eye.”She asked for the agreement and it appeared on the table. We sat next to each other and looked it over. As we reviewed it, she saw there was nothing that forbade the next hero from impregnating her.She looked at me. “Would you?”“With earnest, gusto and much pleasure on my part, I assure you.”“I know that I. "You practically are," Dmitri said. "That is the most commonly knowninterface so they copied a lot of the features for this program.Dmitri then made a few specific adjustments; heightened libido andsensitivity were easy to cover. He made certain that Marshall understoodthat for this task, having them cranked up to eleven was desirable, butfor a long term change it was to be avoided like the plague. "You mightthink a nymphomaniac is great in theory, but I don't think any one ofuse could handle. She wore a bright red woolen coat, which was open, a short black skirt, and black pantyhose, or like me stockings.My eyes fell onto her blouse, and as I looked, I wandered if she was wearing a brassiere.My eyes looked first at her then I counted the heads of the various men sitting where she stood, there were seven men, then a dark mood engulfed me, were all those men going to fuck her.I found my thighs involuntarily squeezing, as if they had a mind of their own. I was letting my overactive.