A man just told a woman to take her time shopping," Sharon responded with a grin."Well, I do want some input too, Kiddo. Don't forget I have to live t...ere too."About the time this exchange ended Miles felt a tingle on his temple. Thinking it felt like an incoming call he mentally answered, 'Yes?''Good evening, Mr. President. We're just about ready for Miklit's send off. After that we'll process everyone as they make their decisions. I assume your wife is browsing the worlds even as we. That's the thing about Daddy; he always spoils hislittle girl.One thing about that car was that whenever I got in or out of it, myskirt would ride disgracefully high up on my thigh. I personally lovedthe feeling of whatever soft, silky material I happened to be wearingslide up over my full, smooth thigh, but I had a reputation to buildand protect.I suppose that once and awhile I could have worn pants or ever a longerskirt. But, to me, that just didn't feel right. It still doesn't, eventhough. Rocking back and forth without conscious effort now, a number of pleasant orgasms behind her, but the magical one still above her, still outside her reach. It tempted her and called her, and laughed at her attempts to obtain it."Come closer," Alice panted. There was a small hatch below the viewing port, large enough to allow her hand to pass through into the other room. Betty licked her lips, a nervousness dampening her arousal as she looked towards the hatch. Little spikes protruded from the. She would never be a real blonde of course, so that dictated a further hair experience. She would also have a full Brazilian. She’d had them before though her most preferred style was naked pussy and minimalist landing strip. She had had several men (and three women) who had hotly desired this combination. She booked at a salon she’d seen earlier and had checked out, for two o’clock that afternoon. The haircut and blonde dye was standard. The Brazilian was an interesting experience. Newly.