“This is just my friendly little PCM. Mark two.” He lifted his arm, showing her the side that faced away from his arm. It had a set of three silve... concentric circles, each one growing wider than the last, focused around a small hole. “It’s a mini-replicator. They’re not as good as the ones on the ship and they don’t work for damn anywhere without a moon, but we’re going to be close enough to the Deedee that her lunar simulator will power it.”“What can it make?” Tiff asked.“Well, it’s. She starts to taste a little precum and she stops. She wants him to cum just not right now. She moves herself away and he sits up. She lies over his legs and nudges at him to caress her. He runs his hands over her bottom and then reaches from behind and starts to rub her cunt again. His cock is pressed against him and the side of her body. Every now and then she moves her body so he feels it rub against him. He rubs her cunt like that for a long time. One hand on her cunt and the other. I dont want to talk about it. Really? she asked concerned. That bad? I got a thirteen twenty-two! My heart sank. Why was Becky so amazing at everything? Beautiful, smart, witty, funny, athletic, sexy, she was practically perfect in every way. If I didnt like her so much Id hate her. Thats great, I encouraged her, but knew it came out limp. Better just get it over with. I got a twelve-ninety, I confessed. Thats great! Becky cheered. We got almost the same score. Maybe we could go to the same. I returned with her drink and she then asked me to help her peel off her skintight leather pants. At that point, I was a fly in her web. I was trapped and we both knew it. I helped her out of her pants. It turns out the spandex top she was wearing that night was a leotard. So I still didn't get to see her nude, but I was getting ever closer. As she sat back and drank her drink, she looked at her boots that were still next to the couch. She must have noticed a scuffmark so she asked if I knew.