Ken and Ayala Ch. 02
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He frowned, as, looking down the length of his body as he reclined in the Memory Master"s chair, he saw the pert, firm breasts, the sleek, concave tummy, the trim patch of pubic hair, the diminutive penis that had not spurted his copious life-fluid inside the firm-soft buttocks of Britney but had, rather, oozed the fluid onto his groin, where, already it was cool and sticky instead of warm and thick. Adam--why had she thought of Adam? She hadn"t been Adam for years. She was Amanda. Already, the memory of her as a man, fucking a woman deep and hard in her round, bouncing ass, was fading. She frowned at the semen that had drooled from her flaccid penis. She"d made a quite a mess of herself.
She rose, to shower, and she inadvertently jiggled a control on the machine"s instrument console.
"Happy memories!" the Memory Master"s recorded voice cried.
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