He found that for the first time in centuries, he genuinely cared about someone. It was a bit unsettling. ‘So,’ she continued, staring past him at... the far wall, ‘if I were to ask for them to be home, they’d be home in the same vegetative state they are now, with no prospect of recovery. If I were to ask for them to be better, the question would be ‘better relative to what,’ and I would probably end up with zombies who could function but not talk,or something like that. I’m not clever enough to. She needed him. But she felt she had to do without it for now. And she could not say how long "now" would last. So the exploration stopped. He still spoke to her. That was his way. His way was of words, of exploring through words. And this was not her way. She listened patiently. And then impatiently. He was pushing with his words. It was his way to explore - no longer through touch, but through his words. He sought to understand, so he spoke. And she listened, but it wore her down. Not her. She moans as i slide two fingers inside her, pushing them all the way to the bottom knuckles. I lean her over the couch and position myself behind her, my cock quivering in anticipation of entering her sacred hole. I push against her resistant ass and feel my head pop in. She lets out a sigh, knowing that there was more to come, but that she was stretched already. I slowly ease all the way in until i cant push anymore. As i pull out, she squeezes her cheeks together so i can feel the lube i. Emerging from the shower clean and drying off, we headed to the bed and collapsed, pulling the covers over us. “Want to watch TV?” she asked. I rolled over to face her and kissed her. She moaned quietly as she grabbed the back of my head and kissed me deeply, throwing her slender leg around me and pulling me closer to her. Breaking our kiss I fell back onto the bed beside her as she took off her glasses and put them on the night stand- “I guess we’re not watching TV!” I thought. I lay beside.