Without any of that, the central computer would remain mostly a mystery to Schaffer. There had to be some kind of communications system. It would be a...surd to build a second antenna for the sole purpose of sending messages when the outpost itself was constructed around a massive transmitter. He knew that encoded and non-encoded data could be sent at the same time through the same stream, if he could just find a way to piggyback a ten-kilobyte text message on the back of the signal, then he. I’m gasping so loudly I’m getting dizzy, but I’m so fucking close all I can concentrate on is how his fucking cock feels so fucking good inside of me right now. I don’t even have time to think before he’s pulled out again. I almost gasp at the mere feeling of not having him filling me up that I don’t have time to think before he’s pushed himself into me so hard I know this is the one. I’m writhing in his arms so much I don’t know how he’s still holding me so close as I feel my climax brim. As he lifted it off the hook a pair of red silk boxers fell to the floor. Joe reached down to pick them up, and discovered a note inside. "Wear these today, for me. You know that I'm wearing something sexy while I think about you, I want to make sure you don't stop thinking about me."Joe dried off and slipped on the boxers. The silk felt cold, and very different from his usual briefs. As he walked around the boxers hung loose, bunching and brushing against him. It wasn't long until he had. But being with the stronger looking Bernie I was left alone.During the day Bernie confirmed with me that I was still going to her house that evening about 6.30, although I wasn't sure I could remember why. I left my house a bit early in case I had trouble finding it, but I didn't and I was there a little early at 6.15. I thought I'd come to the wrong door, though, when it was opened by a slim black woman about 32. She was just so beautiful like Bernie and my stomach lurched again and words were.