She said, “I know just the place. Let’s go to the Garden of the Gods.”I smiled. ‘I’m already with a goddess.”“Don’t overdo it, Eric.�...“I won’t under do it either, Claudette.”We were served or food and I blessed it. We ate and she explained some about the Garden of the Gods. It was an enjoyable meal listening to her talk. She truly is a beautiful woman. I noticed that I wasn’t the only guy watching her.That made me smile. She looked at me. “What?”“I was enjoying listening to you and glanced. I feel his large head gliding against my lips, getting soaked in my sloppy juices. He twists my long hair around his arm before taking a fistful and pulling my head up, so that I’m forced to look at the fence in front of me. He slams into me at full force, causing a loud moan to escape from my mouth as his long, thick cock invades my hole in a way no man has ever done before. He lets go of my hair as he cups his hand over my mouth, placing the other hand in the small of my back and repeatedly. “Be specific.” Gabrielle was closer to her now, her gaze fixed on Marie’s quivering lip as she toyed with the lace of the young girl’s sleeve. “The shape of your breasts, my lady. They are most supple.”“Do you want to touch them, Marie?”The girl was silent, and Gabrielle could sense the tension within the room. She smirked again at the girl’s uneasiness. “Well?” “I think it not appropriate, Ma’am…” Gabrielle traced her fingertips from the lace of the sleeve to the girl’s shoulder, running her. He hated having to fake an orgasm on the keyboard for his partner. And it worried him that the woman he was digitally shagging might be another man. That made him feel -- queer. It didn't bother him to take it in the virtual ass from someone claiming to be a man, or someone claiming to be a woman wielding a two-foot long dildo, as long as he, Carl, was claiming to be a woman. Well, it bothered him, but not while he was doing it. And so, he lived, online, as a cybernympho, a virtual bimbo an.