Not that she cared. Fantasy is the only currency of The Hub and only a fool would dare peek behind the curtain to inspect the machinations of others. ...he didn't have to wait long. Two candidate requests arrived almost simultaneously. Both early twenties; perfect, idealised, curved in all the expected places, full-lipped and pouting, fleshy in sheath dresses, twirling atop 'fuck me' heels. Clicking on their experience and user satisfaction ratings, she settled on the relative newbie; long term. I fell I in love with you. God that's so fucked up too. I fell in love with a john named John." So now I'm supposed to believe that you truly love me? Our whole life together is started on lies and mis-directions... by my wife no less, and so now I'm supposed to think that you're telling me the truth?" I am... damnit. I do love you John. I do. I know that you probably hate me now... knowing what you do about my past and all. I haven't been a 'good' girl at all. I do have feelings though. I have. I was thrown off at first by the water hitting my body but began to relax and enjoy it. I was staring at her beautiful body looking up and down getting and eye full. I looked at her and she just looked at me.“You want to touch them?” she asked. I couldn’t yet use words and just nodded and reached out and grabbed at my sisters chest. I loved the feeling it felt like squeezing a bag of pudding I loved it. I took my other hand and placed it on her other breast. I noticed she liked it and just. I squeeze your arm. Your response is an almighty throb from your vibe balls, deep within my (and your) secret place. We are both still laughing as we climb into the taxi.We cross the river and drive deep into the countryside. I do wonder where we are going, I am filled instead with such a warm glow (and of course the two vibe balls.)The taxi turns off the main road, and I see a long driveway ahead. A big mansion house appears with windows brightly lit. We walk across the gravel (it's at times.