There’s no need; we aren’t doing anything wrong. Are we over-sexed? I pointed out that we’re all nymphomaniacs or hypersexual – men and women....Fortunately, none of us have the attendant bipolar disorder that often accompanies the symptom. We just love to make love with each other, and occasionally to indiscriminately fuck our brains out with someone new.“As for the issue of fidelity, that raises a whole new subject your questions didn’t touch on. ‘Fidelity to what?’ is the question. If it’s to. I've got all the toys out for Sir to chose what he wants and painted my toes and nails as per his request. I've not come for 12 days and I am gagging to be satisfied but I am watching porn and finding videos we will both like for our playtime.Sir arrives, looking all calm and collected. All I want to do is jump on him on the stairs but I'm patient and know Sir will not leave me unsatisfied. We go upstairs, we kiss and as always, the blood in my veins reaches fever pitch and he has barely. I will give him this report, so the storycan be revealed 29 years in the future. Maybe this will trigger publicinterest to justify sending another starship for my rescue, if thishappens I will then decide whether I will return to our mother planetor whether I will remain here. As far as I know my fellowanthropologists, I'm pretty sure they will be dying out of curiosity ofchecking the outcome of my little social experiment.EpilogueTen thousand years later the landscape didn't change too much.. It made sense to me. But I was also quite sure that as soon as she would become eighteen, she would move away to study and become independent. That way it would all be easier for her to be what she wanted to be. I think that's what she also was looking forward.But I must admit that I, on the other hand, was not really looking forward to her moving away. I enjoyed having her in the house."Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked suddenly.I was not sure what she meant by the question. Maybe she.