” Mark poured some massage oil in his hands, covered his cock with it and placed his head at her hole, as she bent over, then he grabbed her hips, r...sted his palms on her plump cheeks, and pressed into her.“Oh GOD!” she shrieked, as he pressed into her until his entire length was buried in her plump ass, he began to pump harder and faster “Yeah Yeah,” she moaned, her breasts swinging in the cold air, “fuck my ass like it was my pussy,’ and suddenly he was so desperate to have the real thing no. I stepped in."So, where are you coming from?" I asked, attempting to make small talk."New York City." She answered as she rubbed her neck."City girl, huh?" I smiled at her as she nodded."So.. I see you look at me," she stepped closer to me. And at that moment, I knew she wanted me. I could see it in her eyes. She knew I noticed.Everything moved so quickly. She had her hand on my erect cock outside of my pants and she was biting my lip. I quickly ripped her shirt off and finally got the. Why! That was already over three thousand. That meant that for the ten years she'd been sexually active, that had been on average, just under one a day. Of course, she was making up for it now. One a day! God! That would be a piss poor day. Normally she'd have three or four times that number. She grinned to herself. She loved statistics. She didn't know why she did, but somehow all these numbers added meaning and shape to her life.Often when she was alone, she'd take out her diary and pore over. "The textbook says you're supposed to be a solitary animal except for mating," I told the jaguar. Spot just rolled on her back and pawed the air--telling me to rub her swollen belly. Gently, of course. Spot's docility was due in large part to the nanites and implants controlling the jaguar's behavior and part of Spot's marshmallow act was due to Dawn. As I began to rub Spot's belly, I talked to the cat, telling her that I loved her."Morn good, Thomas," Dawn's English was a work in progress..