"Hey sexy, can you help me, I'm not sure what I should wear tonight?"Something sexy, but remember it's just in a bar." As I'm finishing work I get a t...xt from Naomi. "Still good for tonight Hun? Is Simone definitely coming? If so, can you ask her what she's wearing?" "Yes, we'll be there. Simone is wearing something sexy but bar appropriate!" I text back. "Awesome!" comes the reply, then another text beeps. "I'll wear the same. Hope you're dressing the same? I'm looking forward to seeing you. The processed electronics operated at efficiencies several magnitudes higher than the original unprocessed equipment. Where an unprocessed headset had a range of several hundred yards, a processed headset was fully functional over several miles. In addition I had to step down the power out of the batteries from milliamps to microamps. Of course, at that level the batteries would last just about forever.Flashlights were also interesting. The process would change the tungsten in the filament, but. He was plumb tuckered out from the long ride and the tension in the house upon his arrival, so it was the deep sleep of the truly exhausted. He didn't hear the barn door open, nor the slight noise of the stall door opening far enough to admit the small, barefoot figure.Jesse was having an erotic dream that captured all his sleeping attention. In his dream, he was receiving the best blow job of his life! His cock was throbbing and about to burst, and just as he started to cum, he jolted awake to. She wasn't asleep any more. Her hand that was on my dick was in rhythm with her other one fingering herself. My lower body had a mind of it's own, my hips wouldn't remain still. My hips began to move involuntarily. They moved up when her hand was coming down on my cock. (Gawd that felt so good) Her hands started to increase her strokes as I lay there trying not to make ah sound a grown slipped out. "Oh Shit!" Mark are you awake" I said nothing. Mark, son are you asleep" Still nothing. Her head.