Seven hours later, I was still behind Isles, who was lying there more annoyed and hungry instead of finally relaxing. I knew that it was far from possible for Isles to slip into such a sleep, not even a hundred year old, or even I, with mine, more than three hundred years, knew if I could already do it. Still, I stayed with her. Maybe I was just trying to put it off. I didn't want to leave her alone, I wanted to stay with her. At least until her body began to experience my touch as uncomfortable. Maybe I took advantage of the situation a little too much, massaging her head, neck, shoulders and arms. She said nothing against it, but seemed to still enjoy it even after seven hours while I kept telling her something.How I came up with the idea of telling her about my parents, I no longer knew at all. It just happened and I liked it. How she lay there ... so calmly, her heart beating wildly whenever I stroked a more sensitive area. It sounded absurd, but I would like to continue
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