Suddenly I felt another pair of hands on my back. Or was she fooling me so I stopped seeing reality? A little yes, but I was wrong about counting hands. Kyler. I was really innocent of it! They had to talk to me or something. In a moment I was lying on my back, and Rosalyn's friend was stabbed on my pin. I just hacked and was inside. The breasts I could finally bother with was a really beautiful legacy and Kylercould be proud of them. Even in its size, she still did not need support and kept her shape thanks to her owner's youth. She saddled me with experience and dedicated herself to her own feelings. I don't know how to evaluate it retroactively, because according to Skye's words on Saturday, I was supposed to get the reward, but according to the way Kyler used to play on me, she was rewarded.