Don’t ask me how I could understand; I reckon I’ll never know. “Just relax, Ann,” I coached as my organ sought deeper penetration. XXNX “Climb aboard, then,” I urged; momentarily releasing my inhibitions to the throes of lust. The intensity of her arousal grew exponentially when one of her hands slid onto my thigh and the other to the bushy cleft between her legs. Sprawled in the chair, a vision of both beauty and exhaustion, I marveled at her physical perfection and the technology required to create her. I headed out into the crisp morning air, closing the door quietly as I left. It was, although the cows were lined up in a semicircle around the door, chewing their cud contentedly.
