LeeI slid into the booth at Denny's across from BF. She looked like she hadn't slept any better than I had. She was tousled, wearing an over-sized cot...on sweater, black of course. We dress our moods, we two. She had a piece of paper, folded in half, and I could see her handwriting through the back. I ordered coffee when the waitress came. BF just stared at me, her face unreadable. When we were alone, she began to speak."First some ground rules. You wanted to talk, but this time you will listen. I was blessed with smallish labia and forever the cunt of a girl which they tell me men prefer.'Place the purple glans of the cock onto the clitoris and push deeply along the vaginal line until it disappears up and into the cunt until you feel his pubic hairs on your Venus mound, then stay perfectly still, and feel your heartbeat on his cock'.I wrote that on the inside cover of my school textbook when I was twelve and a lot of my friends copied it into theirs. As girls we were becoming acutely. " More hitting of the keys; they were rapid, almost panicky, and getting louder as The Swede was hitting them harder.He was looking at the telemetry from the drone: it was a blank screen. He checked the location parameters: just bunch of zeros."Easy, Swede, easy," Lieutenant George Robinson said. "Don't break the keyboard. It's probably a temporary telemetry glitch. But I'll notify command, just in case."Robinson walked over to the command desk and picked up a blue telephone. The red phone. Before the colour started the image was a conglomeration of the guy and the girl. Whatever stuck out is what you saw so there was a pair of tits hanging of the guys navel. His head and shoulders were above the girls. Her nose poked out from his chin. The legs were a real mess.Now I noticed that his image was beginning to disappear as it merged into the girls. After 8 or 9 cycles it was nearly all girl and very little guy. Finally the light switched off and I found myself looking at a very real,.