It always took a moment to remember that 'Reyo' was in fact still growing out of the center of the Lake to one side of the house. And that this was a ...seed from the tree which had accompanied the princess to earth.So from a purely technical standpoint, the tree before them wasn't Reyo.He'd over heard Ayeka mulling over naming the seedling 'Yosho' some time back for obvious reasons.Not that such distinctions mattered in the slightest at the moment.Especially with Ayeka standing naked for all. At the weekend she visited her parents, Monday evening was taken up with meeting a software supplier, and yesterday was her technology evening class – so useful for making some of the little items she uses in her other pursuit. Consequently she has only had time for the occasional short masturbation session.She opens the flat door, remembering that the family upstairs are away for the week, and Mrs Oakley on the ground floor is very deaf, so it does not matter how much noise she makes. Entering. Elena and Alexandro, the limo drivers, are my backups. Never hesitate. Now, if you’re dining in, this is the electronic menu for room service. Just tap on what you want, anything from a quick snack to a meal for the three of you. No need to call the order down. If you have questions about the services of the hotel itself, channel 1 on the screen there explains it all. You have a private wifi connection, which is unlimited use and the hotel staff can’t read it, so feel free to carry on those. Come on."She put a couple of things on her tray. I don't think she even knew what she got. I made sure she got a tall glass of milk.I paid the cashier and looked around. There was an old man sitting off by himself. I walked over to him and asked if we could join him. He seemed startled, then stood up and pulled chairs out for each of us. This man could teach others some lessons about manners.We talked. For the most part, he talked and we listened. His name was Donald Johnson. He and his wife.