“Marcy,” he said softly, “there is still a little time before the cleaning crew arrives… She was looking down at herself, lying naked on the blanket. He was standing over the couple still on the tidal island. Marcella, trying to cope with the testosterone-driven thoughts which raced through her body, watched as the female turned across her lap and thrust her ass up into the air. and talk of perhaps more than that. “Is it masturbation if I am making love to myself?” she thought as she lowered herself to the blanket. She smiled as the thought crossed her mind, “Or he just acts like a man.”
“That’s exactly the problem,” PLATO said quickly, replying to her thoughts. “I thought that you would each profit from knowing a little bit of how the other thinks… The sand was pale– almost white– and the sun was warm on her back and arms. The sensations were now overwhelming. “Don’t worry, Marcy,” PLATO’s voice said from the speakers in front of her. and Plato. And there was this need for overwhelming
