The men here and now were slow learners. Either that, or I was expecting too much from them. It was just bad luck for them that I was ahead of the gam... on knowledge of where things would go if I let them keep doing as they'd been doing. Things would go right into the crapper for the next few tens of thousands of years according to the lessons of history.Many of the men were perfectly willing to let the women keep doing most of the work while they sat around on their asses, killed something to. I was worried it would be cold metal, but I found the grip to be covered in some pleasingly soft hide, not unlike the texture of a semi-stiff cock. She seized Saela and laid her out on one of the tables, shamelessly gouging her hand expertly into my snatch, the orgasm it gave me dumping a load of my love lotion into her palm. Brazenly she slapped that palm up and down her artificial meat, and then, using my juices as lube, began to fuck into Saela’s pretty pale pussy. I could only wonder at. With each sniff of her seductive scent, the blood coursed through my veins, like a d**g, kicking my adrenaline off, making my heart beat fast, and giving me the most wonderful natural high I could ever experience.My palms began to sweat, my hands tremble. My cock swelling and bulging in my shorts.My tongue hesitantly presses lightly against the soft grey damp patch, nervous of contaminating the natural subtle smell emanating from the source, but proceeding to lick it anyway, desperate for a. "It's on bus route 107." See you then, sexy!" Kisses"I get ready for bed and then lie in the dark under the covers, bringing up the image of Lydia. The shape of her boobs excites me, and my nipples get hard. I rub them gently. Her smile penetrates me and my passion flares.I get an idea. I turn the light back on and take some nude selfies. I scroll through them and choose one with my face and boobs. I text it to Lydia with the caption, "Touching myself, thinking of you."I turn the light back out.