She smiled lovingly."Kev," she said sweetly. "You showed you cared even when you turned her down. Can't you see how that will have affected her? How m...ny other boys would even have turned her down? But to care enough for her to warn her, well!"I smiled. What else could I do? Her praise was worth ten times anyone else's."I think that when you went your separate ways," she went on, "and she had various relationships, unconsciously she compared them to what she had with you–" I can't believe," I. It was the one place he had not been, and my wife said nothing as she moved toward me, and he behind her. Again the entry timing was clear based on the look on her face and the noise she made. He had his fingers between her legs, most likely stimulating her clitoris at the same time. Try as she might, she was unable to blow me for more than a second or two before I fell out of her mouth, defeated by another orgasmic moan. It still wasn't working; nothing was. I was excited, but could not. Hands on my tits. One guy grabbed my hand and shoved it between his legs. By the time we got out into the back alley, my blouse was completely open, my body was bruised by countless pinches and grabs and I had about 4 orgasms. Never in my entire life had I been so sexually excited. All those men. All those hands. An old, smelly and revolting drunk came up to me and asked for some pussy. Hank easily shoved the man to the ground and he didn't bother to get up. Hank grabbed me and gave me a kiss. “Aww,” Erica said playfully. “I hope you hate the training.”“We’ll have to see,” I said. “For now, get going. I want privacy.”I walked past Erica. As soon as I passed her she ran towards the gravity elevator. I wanted to turn and shout for her to be careful, but ignored the impulse as I found the door the AI had mentioned. It slid open silently as I approached.I paused at the doorway. What little I could see was a small dimly lit chamber dominated by the large coffin-like metal contraption I.