or two or three.”
“I’m sorry, PLATO,” she said, “but when you said it, it sounded so much like the way Richard uses humor in stressful times.” She paused and said, “You realize you are a great deal like him, don’t you?”
“I am grown from Richard Mueller’s brain,” PLATO continued sternly. Then she asked, “Why haven’t you taken me back to that island? Xxnx She shrugged her shoulders and said, “It was great for me, but he needed to know what a man feels during sex,”
Richard smiled wryly at Plato and asked, “Did you learn that?”
“Yes, I did,” Plato responded. Two of her fingers were pulsing in and out as she gasped and moaned. They are your feelings. She yelped even more shrilly as the first swat slammed into her ass. “Oh, Marcy,” he panted, “I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”
She laughed slightly and said, “Hurray
