"Let's start your new lives, shall we ?"He walked past her and toward the silver edifice."Well..." Muttered Jennie. "At least the brothel looks nice."...hey didn't get much time to check out the lavishly decorated interior, however, as Chrysaor led them to a room directly to the right of the front entrance. A room full of machines and computers, if they made those out of obsidian with red, glowing veins."Alright, let's get you into a decent attire."He snapped his fingers, and the girls' clothes. She is totally relaxed and confident sexually to such an extent that she has happily gushed all over her bed, my bed and her sofa it is one of my favourite things to watch. I am yet to make her squirt, but am trying my best.The other night, we had been having sex for a while and she was too wet for me to finish again in her pussy; her having had several orgasms and gushed. I was on top and pulled out making my way over her so that I was kneeling in front of her face. She parted her lips to. ” In truth, I didn't want to be too close to either of them too. A little later, after setting up the camp and lighting the camp fire, she went over to the 'Spartan like' toilets for a quick shower. The facilities are very basic with little lighting so she doesn't like to hang around there for too long. It seemed like just a few minutes, time for just a single beer, when she wandered back towards our campsite dressed only in a bathrobe. I sat on my chair watching her approach hoping (like only. If it was clearly more expensive to repair the bicycle than it was to buy a new one. I would most definitely scrape the bicycle and replace it. Most humans would as well.Only a human would spend the extra money to rebuild a worn out bicycle, just because it had been a gift from a lover. A person without the emotional baggage would simple melt it down and start over.Yes, I still rode the Gunney's bicycle, so I guess that made me the walking contradiction, partly cold and reasonable and partly.