. No, he wouldn’t, he was too proud of his wheels for that, too proud, too pumped up and arrogant. The only way that guy would come to their house i...n a different vehicle was if Alan ordered a limo for him. Not going to happen.“I’m home,” he said, lifting his voice a little, trying to sound upbeat.“I’m in the bath.”“Do you want a drink?”“I’ve got one.”Alan made tea for himself, thick, almost chewy, builder’s tea. Clutching a mug, he set off upstairs.“Can I come in?” as he said it, he knew it was. As the synopsis suggests, this is intended to be a mix of lewd and humorous, and I can definitely see how that could put off some people.Also, I assume this goes without saying, but I'll probably end up fucking canon about as hard as our protagonist is going to be by the time this is over.)It is generally agreed upon that life as a Guardsman is hard. Combat against the horrors that the galaxy has to offer is the single most psychologically and physically taxing thing that a man can be made to. ' She cooed in delight. She had always heard semen tasted rather horrid, so when picking out a flavour for Seven's cum, she'd picked strawberries instead of O Natural. It was one of his robotic 'features' that she adored. Seven simply gave a grunt, his hand coming to burrow in her thick hair as she gave the top of his cum soaked cock another lick, her broad tongue sweeping over the head. She placed open mouth kisses down the side of his cock, her tongue laving over the heated, soft, silken. I asked her should I ejaculate outside to which she said ejaculate inside her. We slept naked, in spite of the ac we were sweating. She thanked me again for understanding her.In the morning she made bed tea for me and she had an awesome smile on her face. I told her u looking very beautiful today to which she replied it is all because of me. I asked her to stay back for some days since she was alone and I was alone also. She spoke to my mom and even she said the same. She got her luggage with.