"Oh, and what do you picture me as?" she asked raising one eyebrow."Young," I grinned "sexy as all hell and fun to be around." Flattery, my boy, will ...get you everywhere." she laughed "Anyway, if we can't play for money let's play for something else." Like what?" I asked with visions of matchsticks filling my mind."I don't know, you suggest something." she replied.One thing came to mind, probably as a result of the program we had been watching and I opened my mouth to speak then thought better. What she should wear, what she ate, when she woke and when she was allowed to sleep ... What a horrible idea! Oh, and what a sweet, sweet idea. Had I ever felt these kinds of emotions before? Thinking back, a lot of conflicted memories suddenly became clear...I realized she was still waiting for an answer as my thoughts flew wildly between experiences with the women I had known in my life."Why did you return?" I repeated, not because I insisted in getting my answer, but because I was not ready. I need some loving from my dream girl. I started to finger your pussy and found something stuck up in there and I was trying to get it out." You were fingering me in my sleep and I didn't wake up? Really?" You moaned a few times. That was it. Hold on, I think I got it," he said as he managed to pull the motionless egg from her tender pussy."Ouch, that hurts," Olivia groaned, her faced scrunched up in a grimace as Reed pulled his fingers, still clutching the egg, from her reddened slit."What. Whoever had sired her in some ancient past had clearly picked his timing with purpose, as the woman was both lean with a fit physique, and yet endowed with exceptionally large breasts and wide hips. Julias had said who the Daeva sired was largely influenced by their appearance; Antoinette was a defining example.Her dress was jaw-dropping, and it barely covered her body. An open-back black dress that tied around the neck and went down across the chest before wrapping the legs in a long,.